It’s the 4th Sunday in Lent–Laetare Sunday, because we look with joy to the approach of Easter. Are you happy today? Feeling new resolve for the next three weeks?
I cried at Mass this morning for no good reason other than the priest was just so…beautiful, if such may be said about a dignified old cleric in his seventies. Jem saw the tears rolling down my cheek and looked alarmed. “What’s wrong?” he demanded. “Nothing!” I whispered back. “Now shush.”
How do you explain happy tears to an 8-year-old boy? Or beautiful priests, for that matter?
The talk that I gave yesterday went well, I think. Thank you for your prayers. I could have more or less gobbled up those second graders right then and there, they were so cute. The parents, too, were quite smiley and supportive, exceptive for one big barrel-chested man near the front who wouldn’t look my way for all my trying. He was one tough nut to crack, I tell you.
Well, I survived the day and—even better—I enjoyed it. Are you kidding? I was paid to come talk about Jesus and Mary. Don’t tell the priest who invited me, but I would have gladly done that for free.
Not that there’s been any seasonal changes here in my state or anything.
It’s pretty much the same old, same old, same old…snow.
Well, life is good and I’m not complaining. Nope, not in the least.
Except maybe—just maybe—when I see photos like Jenn’s.
Or when I think that a year ago, I was here.
Heaving a great big sigh, I am…