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    Monday, November 20, 2006

    Camera's Down and I'm Plum out of Umph

    Sooooo, no super-personal blog today. Just this food for thought.

    "We choose by taking small steps of love, everytime there is an opportunity. A smile, a handshake, a word of encouragement, a phone call, a card, an embrace, a kind greeting, a gesture of support, a moment of attention, a helping hand, a present, a financial contribution, a visit, all these are little steps towards love...when we look back after many small steps of love, we will discover that we have made a long and beautiful journey."


    Have a good Monday :)

    Monday, November 06, 2006

    Our Numbered Days

    Attending a funeral is a great reminder of the reality of just how mortal we are, which is very. Our days are numbered and it has been said that the remembrance of this is a good thing.

    Last Friday, the kids and I drove to St. Louis of France Catholic Church, a good 30 minutes away. This is the church where my parents were married and was my father's family parish fo many years. We were a bit late to the funeral Mass of a dear family friend known to me as Aunt Connie who had reposed earlier in the week. I was glad to be there and glad to give Basil the experience. As we drove from the church to the cemetary, the questions began. What happens to the body? Why do we bury it? Who does it? Do they take the body apart? Where is she? Words like casket, soul, resurrection, incorruption, digging, bones, prayers, and angels were flowing. I was glad to have answers, as feeble as they were. I tried to keep it simple yet honest and not scary. Who knows what he understood. I think he was more concerned about the logistics than the theology.

    He had plenty of interesting thoughts but the cutest was about the inside of the church. It went something like this...

    "Mommy, I really liked that church inside."

    "What did you like?" (thinking stained glass, pews, music)

    "I just really thought that big Jesus was going to come down and talk."

    Yes, the result of having and icon behind the altar at our church and not a larger than life crucifix. It was endearing, really, to hear him so eager for Jesus to come to life and speak. An eagerness I should desire.

    We finish our years like a sigh...So teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:9,12
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