Dear Son #13

Dear Son, as you watch me and your Mother today at Church, know that volunteering time to serve others is part of our obligation as believers.

As I Lector this morning, try to remember the story I’ve told you many times, as it was first told to me by another Holy Family volunteer.

You may think you are simply doing “a reading’, but for nearly everyone in the pews, you are the only scripture they will hear all week. Don’t read. Proclaim God’s Holy Word!”

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Dear Son, Part 3 of 5

Not groceries in his cart, but everything he owns…

Dear son, everyday, many choices. This won’t end until you die. If you’re blessed, that will be a long time from now. Your second cousin, Jack, lived 10 days.

Life…please don’t take it for granted, and please don’t waste it. There’s too much beauty and joy to consume and share.

Putting others ahead of yourself may not make sense until you’ve been here a few decades. However, you are off to a great start.

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Maybe This Is The Reason

Plenty Of Seats In Heaven
Plenty Of Seats In Heaven

Maybe the hell you’ve been through is a gift to make you an expert in that kind of hell, so that later in life, when you’re wiser, you’ll be able to help others facing the same hell.

God wastes nothing, and no one is immune from hell. It’s the devil’s way of trying to convince us God doesn’t care.

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Rest On Sunday?

Real Life, In Real Time (September 25, 2010)
Real Life, In Real Time (September 26, 2010)

Resting on Sunday (Sabbath) sure looks good on paper. Saturday night I was thinking about the two speeches I would deliver yesterday (Sunday) morning.

There is a certain anxiety that accompanies a public speaker’s life. Large or small audiences, it doesn’t matter. Everyone is expecting you to be smart, and hopefully, funny.

The first speech, a reading from the book of the prophet Amos, was 90 seconds, delivered to an audience of hundreds.

The second speech, the Homily, was seven minutes, delivered to 60 children from kindergarten to 5th grade. It was in a separate building, a few minutes after the first.

Unlike today’s point at Mid Life Celebration, I didn’t tell our son (10) “why” I worked so hard on a Sunday. Well, not until dinner last night.

Even Jesus had to explain (defend) why he worked (helped others) on Sunday.

You now exactly what it’s like. Most of the work we do to serve others looks easy and natural.

Can we all agree it would have been so much easier to sleep in?

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