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Sunday Sermon, Some Sad Stuff, and Some Silly Stuff

22 Aug

“When pain brings you down, don’t be silly, don’t close your eyes and cry, you just might be in the best position to see the sun shine.” ― Alanis Morissette


A beautiful day here in McKinney. I jumped out of bed, excited to get ready for church and start my day. When ai arrived at St. Gabriel, the Finley family was already greeting at the door, so I just joined them, greeting and smiling. 

The Gospel was interesting with the story of Jesus telling who will be saved on the final judgement day. Father Don said that this has been a constant question in the Catholic Church. No one knows for certain. Can a good person go astray or a bad person repent, then how will he be jugpdged?

My take on it… You can’t go back and forth. You can’t be good one day and bad the next. You have to be constant, faithful, honest and sincere all your life. Not just when it’s convenient. Yes, you can change your evil ways, but you must be truly repentant, constant, faithful, honest, and sincere. There’s no revolving door. “Strive to enter through the narrow gate,” (Just my opinion.)

Gospel LK 13:22-30
Jesus passed through towns and villages,

teaching as he went and making his way to Jerusalem. 

Someone asked him,

“Lord, will only a few people be saved?” 

He answered them,

“Strive to enter through the narrow gate,

for many, I tell you, will attempt to enter

but will not be strong enough. 


Now, the sad stuff. Two years ago, my now ex-husband, stopped at the house that I was forced to sell and leave, to hand me the final divorce papers. He went to the court hearing, presented the papers to the judge with our mediator, then dropped the official signed documents off with me. With the coldest most callous empty face, he handed me the stack of papers, walked back to his car with a handful of things he had left behind, without so much as an I’m sorry, take care, nothing, nada. He didn’t turn around or look back. He walked out of my life. We were together forty three years, married thirty-nine. We haven’t spoken since. Not a word. I went in the house and cried.

Now, the happy silly stuff. Two years has not flown by, but it has trickled slowly into a new happier life. The demons and the bad dreams and the heartache still pop up now and then, but I have been blessed with the most amazing family, the greatest friends, a new house, and a new chapeter in my life. 

I walk pretty much every day, often twice a day. After church, I stopped at Walmart, which was not the smartest thing to do the day before school starts. Yikes! I came home, changed, and went for my walk. I usually bump into a neighbor or two. 

It was very hot today, and I was hoping Mr. Larry would be sitting in his usual chair in the garage so I could stop, rest, and chat. The garage door was open, the two chairs were there, but both empty. No Mr. Larry, no Ms. Sandy. So, I did what any friendly neighbor would do. I opened up the well stocked fridge they have right there, grabbed a beer, and sat in my designated chair. I sat there a good ten minutes, sipping a Coors and watching the neighbor’s go by. (Selfie moment)

A few neighbors I didn’t even know waved hello. I live four blocks away, and I don’t know any of these folks. Finally, I knocked on the back door and Ms. Sandy appeared. 

I said, “I’m out here drinking all by myself. Come on out and join me.” So she did and we chatted. I said, “Mr. Larry always says to help myself any time, so I did.”

About fifteen minutes later, Mr. Larry strolled up from down the street. He had been visiting with a neighbor. There I sat in his garage, in his chair, drinking his beer, and talking to his wife. He smiled.

I said, “Hey Mr. Larry. Where ya been? Can I offer you a beer or somethin’?” He just chuckled, grabbed a beer and joined in the conversation. 

Ms. Sandy always has a smile and Mr. Larry always looks stern, but he is as funny as all get-out. I finished my beer, was offered a second, but declined, as I was already a little tipsy. One beer, no breakfast, long walk in the heat, needless to say, I was walking a little crooked the four blocks home.

It’s been a long road, but the road has been paved with so many good moments along the way. I have been blessed and will continue to focus on the positive. “I will strive to enter through the narrow gate,” as today’s Gospel suggests. And, I may stop to have a beer along the way. So, be careful not to leave your garage door open unless you want a visitor to sit in your chair and drink your beer.