Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

“I believe that miracles happen every day. Every person is a miracle. Every moment is a miracle. If only we can open our eyes, we’ll see God’s love everywhere.”

Bo Sanchez

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A lovely Sunday morning. Well really, it was hot, steamy, and I didn’t sleep well, but I was more than happy to jump out of bed at 7 to get ready for church. Actually, I didn’t jump. You know, old bones, arthritis, osteoporosis, a sore knee, my ankle is swollen, and my back has been acting up. I’ll rephrase that…I gingerly limped and hobbled out of bed.

I arrived at church around 8:30, lit a candle and proceeded to my pew. Mr. Jerry was saving my seat, and I scooted over to save two more seats for Helene and Bonita. I started out kneeling and saying a few prayers before Mass started. One of the fervent prayers was a petition that my knee wouldn’t hurt so much when I’m kneeling. 🤦‍♀️ I kneel to pray, and pray to kneel.

Today’s Gospel Was the story of Jesus being asked to heal the daughter of one of the rulers in the synagogue. On His way there, a woman in the crowd approached Jesus…

27She had heard the reports about Jesus, and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his garment. 28For she said, “If I touch even his garments, I shall be made well.” 29And immediately the hemorrhage ceased; and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. 30And Jesus, perceiving in himself that power had gone forth from him, immediately turned about in the crowd, and said, “Who touched my garments?”

The cured woman was afraid that what she had done would make Jesus angry. Instead … 34And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease.”

While in transit, the ruler received word that his daughter had died. Jesus insisted on going anyway, “But ignoring what they said, Jesus said to the ruler of the synagogue, “Do not fear, only believe.” When they arrived, people were mourning and weeping. Jesus went in, took her by the hand and said, “Little Girl, I say to you arise.” The little girl got up, and Jesus told them to get her something to eat.

My take on it… just like the sick woman who believed that touching the Lord’s garment would heal her, she believed it, so it came to pass. The ruler believed that Jesus had miraculous powers, so the little girl was given life. The power of faith is a very miraculous force.

So, what else did I do this weekend. I was pretty lazy. Yesterday, I decided to clean out my fridge. I had spilled some iced tea and there were other spills and possible creatures growing in my fridge. That took quite a while. I didn’t want to leave the fridge door open too long. So I emptied one shelf at a time, setting items on the counter and washing and drying each scuzzy shelf.

Of course, I had to taste a few things to see if they were still good. I didn’t taste the jar of pasta sauce that had fluffy green and grey stuff floating inside. Then, there were a few items that I remember putting in there during the Lincoln Administration. Those got tossed. So, I did a pretty good job of cleaning and organizing.

See, all neat and tidy. And there’s even a little room. (That won’t last long.🤦‍♀️)

Happy Sunday, my friends. And like the group JOURNEY sang, “Don’t Stop Believin’ “