“The great art of giving consists in this the gift should cost very little and yet be greatly coveted, so that it may be the more highly appreciated.”
― Baltasar Gracián
Today’s sermon was about the man who asked his two sons to work in his vineyard. The first refused, but then went later and worked. The second said yes, but did not go. So, which one did his father’s will?
Sometimes it takes some people a little longer to do what’s right. But then, they see that honor, faith and loyalty are the most important things in the world. Then, there are others who pretend or lie, with no intention of doing the right thing. In my opinion, even worse than lying to others is lying to yourself. You can’t do terrible things, lie, and cheat, and pretend you are good, when know in your heart that you are not. (Enough sermon.)
I want to share a much more uplifting story. I have been going to 9 o’clock Mass at St. Gabriel’s for quite a while now. I love seeing the families and children who share their faith every week. The past few months, I go out of my way to say hello and introduce myself to people around me. I see the same faces every week, why not learn their names?
I usually sit by the most adorable family, a mom, dad, little boy, and baby girl. So, about three or four months ago, I started bringing a little Matchbox car in my purse for Landon. (I ran across a big bag of little cars a while back when I was packing up the house.) Before Mass starts or on the way out, I give the young boy a little car, he gives me the biggest smile and thank you, puts the toy in his pocket, and returns to his serious church demeanor. This makes my day.
It’s just a small token, but when this little boy says, “Thank you, Miss Toni, ” with his dark bright eyes, it melts my heart. I have found that meeting new people, making friends, and making people smile is a gift. It’s a special gift I give myself.
Landon is adorable. Look at that smile,
PS. After church, I went for a long walk, found a lucky penny, and picked up 8 construction nails, saving the world from nails in their tires. Later on, I visited with my friend Lynne, went for another long walk, and procrastinated away another entire Sunday. Love it!