Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

29 Aug

“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.”

~John Lennon


A lovely Sunday morning. But, I woke with a nagging headache, more like a lingering migraine that I had since yesterday, but I took yet another Tylenol and got ready for church. Distraction and fresh air always helps. Greeting at the door before 9 o’clock Mass always brightens my day.

Father Cristian has a very charismatic charm about him, with his distinctive Spanish accent combined with a pleasant sense of humor.

Today’s Gospel was the parable about how a guest being invited to a wedding should not choose a place of honor…

Gospel, Luke 14:1, 7-14

1 Now it happened that on a Sabbath day he had gone to share a meal in the house of one of the leading Pharisees; and they watched him closely.7He then told the guests a parable, because he had noticed how they picked the places of honour. He said this,8 ‘When someone invites you to a wedding feast, do not take your seat in the place of honour. A more distinguished person than you may have been invited,9 and the person who invited you both may come and say, “Give up your place to this man.” And then, to your embarrassment, you willhave to go and take the lowest place.10 No; when you are a guest, make your way to the lowest place and sit there, so that, when your host comes, he may say, “My friend, move up higher.” Then, everyone with you at the table willsee you honoured.11 For everyone who raises himself up will be humbled, and the one who humbles himself will be raised up.’12 Then he said to his host, ‘When you give a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relations or rich neighbours, in case they invite you back and so repay you.13 No; when you have a party, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind;14 then you will be blessed, for they have no means to repay you and so you will be repaid when the upright rise again.’


My take on it… always be humble and considerate instead of arrogant and boastful. Your reward is knowing your own worth, and others will see that too.

After Mass, I stopped for coffee at McD with Patricia. Rich joined us later. When I was standing in line, a familiar face walked in the door. She said hello, recognizing me from greeting at church. I introduced myself. Her name is JoAnn. That’s my sister’s name, so I won’t forget. You can see someone a hundred times, but if you don’t introduce yourself, you are just passing ships in the proverbial night. After she placed her order, I slipped my credit card into the little machine and paid for her breakfast. She was pleasantly surprised and grateful. She said she would pay it forward. Nice.

Miss JoAnn. Sweet smile.

I spent some time visiting and chatting with friends until noon, when I was going back to church for a Connection-Orientation meeting. Father Don and Connection Ministry wanted to welcome new parishioners and talk to those interested in different ministries after 11 o’clock Mass. There was a quick lunch, slide presentation, question-answer session and guided tour of the sanctuary. Helene joined me there. She went to 11 o’clock.

I chatted with some new parishioners at lunch, extolling the praises of St. Gabriel and the ministries available. One couple had young children, and they were interested in the children’s programs. They were originally from Mexico, so I got to practice my rusty Spanish. Hopefully that didn’t dissuade them. Father Don escorted us outside, and told us about all the statues, gardens, and architecture. Then, he walked us through the sanctuary, pointing out the meaning of each stained glass window, etc. We see these walls and windows every Sunday, but when you know the meaning behind each piece of artful architecture, it’s so much more meaningful.
I was especially impressed and inspired, seeing as I have sketched and drawn many of these windows and statues. There are still many more to draw.

It was a fine Sunday, ending with a nice FaceTime call with the granddaughters.

Happy Sunday, my friends.

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