So many posts I’d like to write. Today was better than I expected it to be. In Mass, the readings seemed designed to encourage and challenge me; in Adoration, Jesus reached down deep into my heart and scrubbed away something nasty; and then I got to see my sister, besides.
But I should really go to bed instead of posting. Big week ahead of me. I will leave you with this beautiful joke from a reader (to whom I have yet to respond via email — getting there!):
Job dies and meets the Lord. The Lord says, “Welcome to my Heavenly Kingdom. Is there anything you want to say to me before we enter?”
“Yes,” says Job. “I was your faithful servant, obeyed all your laws and commandments. I hate to complain, but why did all those bad things happen to me?”
The Lord ponders the question for a few seconds, looks at Job and says, “You know, Job, you really are a nice guy, but for some reason, you just piss me off!”
The end. To Jesus: C’mon, I know you can take a joke. To the Patriots: pull yourselves together, for Pete’s sake. To everyone else: Happy Sunday.