It occurs to me that faucet repairs, like salvation history, tend to require a lot of manpower.
At least, that’s the legacy I seem to have received from my father.
It occurs to me that faucet repairs, like salvation history, tend to require a lot of manpower.
At least, that’s the legacy I seem to have received from my father.
I know for a fact that at one time in their lives, these ladies would have started the party at 10:30 PM…not be wrapping it up at that hour.
Not that I’m complaining.
Something tells me Flannery O’Connor would have registered a complaint, had she been with us at Mass today (just as she might have a couple of years ago, when I originally floated this post).
I was trying to be helpful – really, I was, in my “Gramps” sort of way. Instead, I wound up setting off a mini-crisis.
Or perhaps I should say “sitting off.”
Well, at least one-in-five of us left happy. That would be my cousin’s son, Lucas, who watched his SIU Salukis put a whuppin’ on our SLU Billikens in Carbondale the other night.
A beautiful sight—to gaze upon Midtown St. Louis, all aglow with expectation in the early hours of a December evening.
Didn’t realize it at the time, but I actually got to celebrate the feast of Christ the King a little early this year.
There’s nothing quite like doing a short stretch in prison…to sharpen one’s desire to give thanks.
One of the oddest things, the most curious blessings, of a Kairos Prison Retreat is the Fourth Day experience.
As team members, there’s nothing we can do to encourage our new brothers in Christ, beyond praying for them, as they begin (or continue) their walks with the Lord.
That’s much different than what happens with other Cursillo-based retreats. It leaves a bit of a hole in our hearts…
…our GRATEFUL hearts…for having had the chance to bear witness to the Good News, all weekend long inside Menard.
Alleluia!
