There’s a part of me that’s inclined to think Isaiah might profit (ahem!) from spending a little time in my neighborhood.
Don’t know about you, but I was caught a bit flat-footed by the first Sunday of Advent.
Looks like I’ll be spending at least part of the holiday raking up leaves from my front lawn. And for that, I am grateful.
Say what you will, but Jesus certainly had this call correct:
While some people were speaking about how the temple was adorned with costly stones and votive offerings, Jesus said, “All that you see here – the days will come when there will not be left a stone upon another stone that will not be thrown down.”
It tickled me to see how joyfully The Matriarch held court at her 92nd birthday celebration yesterday.
Our encounter with Jericho earlier this year was decidedly Christ-like, I realized as I reflected on Sunday’s gospel.
It had been a few (ahem!) years since I trailed along behind Trick-Or-Treaters, so I didn’t realize at first how treacherous the sidewalks in our neighborhood have become.
It was, perhaps, a bit overdue…but we finally took the plunge this week – and went ‘paperless’ at our place.
There were 232 email addresses on the initial distribution list, but mine didn’t make the cut. Instead, I learned of my dear friend’s death only when the message was forwarded to me by one of the original 232.
So I guess it would be fair to ask, just how “dear” a friend was Fran?