WWJD. What would Jesus do? Most are familiar with this.
Because my mind works in mysterious ways, this acronym could also have a second meaning:
What would jeff do? No one is familiar with this.
That’s okay. As long as it means something to me (everyday), then the odds increase that better choices are made. One day at a time. Always an eye on the future. Always a reflection on the past. But mostly, carpe diem.
What do you do every day, to get and stay focused – in the moment to moment opportunities that today brings you?
You are preparing for this TODAY, right?
Last night after delivering a Web Seminar, I picked up our third-grade son, like every other day. Except Wednesday, we have Catechism.
He’s a student and I’m a junior assistant deputy teacher. Miss Jane runs the class, and I sort of help by staying out of the way and pitching in here and there.
Anyway, our routine is a drive-through fast food place for dinner, eat on the way and in the parking lot. Clean ourselves up a bit. Class 6:30 – 7:45PM. Head home.
Our son could barely walk on his right leg, so we did not go.
We never know when he will have pain, where he will have pain (it migrates all over his body), or how long it will last.
It’s just a part of our landscape. We simply do the best we can, and keep moving forward.
Fall. Back to school. Cooler temperatures. Colorful leaves. Pumpkins. Halloween. Sweaters. Swimming pools “closed for the season”.
Growing up in south-central Pennsylvania, these are the memories of Fall. An exciting time marked by dramatic changes from Summer.
Well, in central Florida, these changes from Summer to Fall are much less distinct. In fact, they are almost invisible.
Attempting to share some of our history and traditions with our son (9), a native Floridian, I had to find small ways to tell big stories.
So, the first night the temperature starts with a six instead of a seven, well, that’s when I officially declare Fall has arrived. We haven’t seen a day or night temperature below 70 since April, until today.
As we go through our busy lives, it’s these little things that make life more interesting, more “alive”, for me.
Do you have small ways to tell big stories? Want to share any here? Please feel free. But I’ll completely understand if you’re too busy.
Sundays during the school year, our Church offers Children’s Liturgy of the Word for Kindergarten through fifth grade. Two or three adult leaders form a team and lead a particular week each month.
The volunteer leaders perform various functions to help bring Mass down to an Elementary level and to engage the children differently (better) than the adult Mass.
My wife, a good friend, and I, lead 50-100 children through Children’s Liturgy every the fourth Sunday.
This past Sunday, for a variety of reasons, my wife Cheryl led it solo. Sixty-five children in all. She said they were incredibly well behaved. If you’ve never done this, you’d be amazed at how challenging it is.
We began volunteering in this ministry several years ago after a parishioner made a plea for more volunteers or the program would end.
Funny how life puts things in your path. This experience has me delivering homilies (sermons). Who would have ever thought? Me? You’ve got to be kidding.
Have been following a friend’s recent journey with cancer. Her brother-in-law, who lives with her and her husband, was recently diagnosed with cancer – seems like less than a month ago.
Waking at 3:30AM this morning, with coffee in hand, fired up the laptops for the morning routine. Checked several social media “Favorites”, including Facebook.
My friend posted this update regarding her beloved brother-in-law: “He walked softly out the door with Jesus a few minutes ago”.
Moments like these are constant reminders that life is fragile, and an incomprehensible gift.
That life is painfully challenging and gloriously wonderful.