Sunday Sermon and Super Bowl Stuff

4 Feb

“Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.”

― Criss Jami


The weather is warming up here in North Texas. It was overcast this morning, but much warmer than last week. (No sock monkey hat) Another fine morning greeting before Mass with lots of hugs, passing out toys to my little friends, and a few brownies for the ladies on the Chateau bus to share when they got back.

Today’s Gospel had that very famous quote containing “Physician cure yourself,” which was very appropriate for Father’s homily….

He said to them, “Surely you will quote me this proverb,

‘Physician, cure yourself,’ and say,

‘Do here in your native place

the things that we heard were done in Capernaum.'”

And he said, “Amen, I say to you,

no prophet is accepted in his own native place.

Father spent a very long time discussing the current release of names of nearly 300 priests in Texas accused of child abuse. He said the topic needed to be discussed, not only for the horrific events, but also the dismissals and cover-ups by the church. I didn’t even think about how now, every Catholic priest will be scrutinized, judged, and always on high alert, lest he be accused of abuse. He felt terrible and said how sad it makes him that he has to be careful not to hug a child or be alone in a room with anyone. Father asked us all to continuing praying for all involved and that the church will begin to “heal itself.”

My take on it… like all occupations or callings, there are going to be good and bad people. Not all priests are pedafiles. Not all police officers are trigger happy killers. Not all poor or homeless people are lazy. We can’t generalize a race, religion, gender, or occupation. There is good and there is evil, it doesn’t discriminate. Is there such a thing as the devil or evil demons? I’m starting to think so.


On a brighter note, I stopped for coffee at McDonald’s with Mr. Jerry after Mass. After he left, I stayed a while to finish my tea and people watch. On my way back to my car, I ran into my friend Lynn Brown, she was walking in. I hadn’t seen her in months, so I turned around and walked back in to visit with her. That’s how we met the first time a couple years back. We just started chatting at McDonald’s and became Facebook friends. We had a nice visit.

I stopped at the store after McD, then home to walk the dog, and off for my own walk. A text from my son had me scurry home so I could FaceTime with the little ones. Sophie is a month and a half old and growing, and Belle is 2 and just adorable.

After a fun-filled FaceTime with Gamma, I gathered up some goodies to take over to Towne Creek to watch the Super Bowl with my senior friends. Oh my goodness, there was so much food at their potluck party. Walkers, wheelchairs and Super Bowl watchers.

Miss Nelma is looking so much better. Good to see her smiling face. Well, I guess the Patriots beat the Rams. I wasn’t really paying attention. I had my Tony Romo jersey on, so I was neutral. Also, I couldn’t find my Bears jersey or I would have worn that. I was there for the fun, friendship and food.

Another Super Sunday. Hmm…every Sunday is a Super Sunday.

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