Editing my next book and I just found this line about the book of Tobit:
How much energy do we waste mourning over suffering that will never come, simply because we've forgotten how to hope?
Gonna need to sit with that one.
Yesterday I raced across the country to make it to a friend's deathbed. She's been telling me for months that I need a sequined jumpsuit, so I pulled off at a rest stop to change into one.
The people at the rest stop looked at me like I was nuts, but Rachael was delighted by it.
My phone just autocorrected "heresy" to "Jesuit" and I just feel like that's a lot of shade to be throwing for a device that doesn't even know the word catechetical but whatever.
Seriously, I walked into the bathroom looking like a woman who hadn't changed her clothes in days. I walked out looking like one of the Supremes. It must have been a sight.
To the prodigal's older brother when he comes home for Christmas:
It is good that he is here.
It's good that he's in your parking spot, in your pew. If he's wearing a jersey, if she's wearing a crop top, it is good that they are here.
When I met my pastor he said, "If you need anything—if you're stranded & need money for a plane ticket—let us know. We'll get you home."
Today I drove past him changing some guy's tire in his cassock.
Praise God for priests who aren't just fathers to their people, they're dads.
Say a prayer for Mike who I just met in an empty church. He just got out of prison after 17 years and is hopefully making his first confession in decades right now!
A man near me in adoration was snacking and I was judging him hard until I realized I know him and he's diabetic and probably just trying to avoid a coma and just because I don't know people's circumstances doesn't mean I should judge.
Keep your eyes on your own paper, kids.
Father preached on abortion today. He prefaced it with, "If abortion has touched your life, please know you are so welcome here. You and I are all here because we need mercy. If I say anything to make you feel unloved, please come talk to me so I can make it right."
Beautiful.
I have a little autistic friend whose parents told their parish that the big first communion Mass wouldn't be a good environment for her.
So Father celebrated a Sunday Mass just for their family.
And kept thanking the family for letting him do it.
More of this, Church.