I’m in a listy mood.
I ran out of stuff. I never said I could count.
I bounce around here with silly pictures of giant bananas, reflections on fruit, adventures with wild chickens on the side of the road. You’d think I don’t want to be serious. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
We are living in perilous times. As in, this is the time in which we live, and it is perilous.
Pope Francis’ call for a day of prayer and fasting seems well-recieved. Let’s hope it’s more than an illusion, though I think it is indeed impactful. I’m hopeful that his personable style has drawn people to him in a manner that makes then receptive to his message — Christ’s message.
I’m out of my league here discussing politics and how this transcends politics…so I’ll point you to one (of so many) articles that can do this topic justice, because God knows, we need Peace, and it’s much more than not dropping bombs on a country.
Check out what Kathryn Lopez writes at Catholic Pulse, “Has Anyone Wept?”: Pope Francis and the Call for Peace.
Thirty-five years ago, on a Labor Day weekend not unlike this one, I met my husband.
He was a handsome young computer programming instructor at the community college,
and I was [gasp!] in high school.
We became good friends. And that friendship, over the years, blossomed into something else. The fall after I graduated from college we got married. In fact, our anniversary is in a few days — we tried to get married as close as we could to the date when we met. His idea. What a sentimental sweetie.
He still is.
