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Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

8 Mar

“Is all anger sin? No, but some of it is. Even God Himself has righteous anger against sin, injustice, rebellion and pettiness.”

Joyce Meyer


Sunday is always a special day for me. A day to count my blessings and the wonderful people in my life. (You know who you are.) Also, a good day to watch Mass in my pajamas.

Gospel, John 2:13-25

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus going to the Temple in Jerusalem where He found people selling animals and doves, and there were money changers. Jesus was upset, making a whip and chasing out the offenders saying, “Take all this out of here and stop using my Father’s house as a market.”

“During his stay in Jerusalem for the feast of the Passover many believed in his name when they saw the signs that he did, but Jesus knew all people and did not trust himself to them; he never needed evidence about anyone; he could tell what someone had within.”

My take on it… we never think that getting angry is justifiable, but even Jesus got angry on occasion. People tell you, don’t get mad, always forgive, or turn the other cheek. Some things are just not acceptable or forgivable. ( I’ve said this on many occasions.)


A penny for your thoughts…

I was doing laundry today, and there at the bottom of the washer , I found a lucky penny. Now, you’re probably thinking that this is not so unusual. It may have been in a pocket of a shirt or pants. But, I was washing sheets and pillow cases. Weird, right? How did that penny get in there? Perhaps a sign. Lucky me.

And as always, the highlight of my evening, a little FaceTime with the cutest little faces in the whole wide world.

Lucky Gamma! ❤️❤️

Friday: Friends and Fury

8 Feb

“And there is nothing more dangerous in this world, in any world, than someone calm, clear and angry.”
― Audrey Hart, The Dig
Friday is often a difficult day for me. I get distracted for a couple of hours in the morning by making a big pot of soup, sandwiches, or some yummy dessert for my senior art group, but then my mind screeches back to reality.

Today was a cold dreary make some soup kinda day. I bought a big ol’ birthday cake to celebrate Miss Kathy’s birthday, and I hauled all that and a big basket of art supplies and headed over to Towne Creek. I put on my phony happy face, warmed up the food, worked on art projects and made small talk. Inside I was bursting. The sad part is they know me too well and they know I’m hurting. They are my friends and my extended family. Thank goodness for friends, and people who talk you down from the ledge. (You know who you are.)

When the going gets tough, the tough make soup.

We ate soup with warm rolls, then Miss Kathy made a wish after we sang happy birthday.

I’m not sure if I am angry or hurt or mad or just disgusted with my life in limbo. But, whatever it is, I’ll be happy when I figure it out. Right now, I feel calm, clear and angry. Hopefully one day soon, I’ll be able to bake muffins and shit again.

OK, I got that off my chest. Thanks!