Sunday Sermon and Special Friendships

30 Dec

“Kid’s don’t care how many sermons you preach to them. The only sermon they’ll hear is how you live your life in front of them.”
― Bruce Van Horn
Today at Mass, we celebrated the Feast of the Holy Family. Father shared his thoughts about the importance of family, even cracking a few jokes about, “It’s nice when relatives come to visit, and even nicer when they leave.” I’ll admit that I wasn’t really paying much attention to his words, but rather, I was looking around at the families gathered to worship on a Sunday morning. There was a baptism of a baby boy during mass. The entire congregation was able to be part of the celebration, welcoming a child into the fold. I think that faith, love, tradition, and teaching our children by example are the reasons families stay strong. It was a lovely service.

Another belief I have is that family doesn’t always mean just blood relatives. A family can be the people in your life who are special to you, who you care about, and those who care about you. (HA! While I was writing this blog, I received a phone call from both my sons back in Chicago, just minutes apart. Must be a maternal ESP thing.) Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve become very close to many friends who have graced my path. They truly have become part of my family, part of my life. I am very lucky and very blessed.

The Holy Family. Every family is special in its own way.

Sunday has always been a special day for me, and today started out with church, visiting with a special friend, and a leisurely brunch at our mutual “happy place,” Snug on the Square. Later, calls from my boys, calls to friends and family, and mindless television viewing with a cup of tea. That was my Sunday. Sounds pretty good!

My good friend Chris and I had a lovely brunch at Snug. See, it even says “bee happy, ” right behind us. Orders are orders.

One Response to “Sunday Sermon and Special Friendships”

  1. Yoshiko December 30, 2013 at 5:28 am #

    True that I learn through my parents’ actions in their lives


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