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Sunday Sermon, Smiles, and Some Other Stuff

25 Jun

“More smiling, less worrying. More compassion, less judgment. More blessed, less stressed. More love, less hate.” ― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

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A gorgeous Texas morning, not too hot, not too cold. It was great to be back at St. Gabriel’s again and greeting at the door with Ms. Mary. We hugged, talked in between our, “Good morning” salutations, and of course, I showed her some new grandbaby pictures. Actually, I showed a bunch of people. Mary has the sweetest smile and the sweetest heart to match. Selfie time.


Today’s sermon was about Jesus telling the apostles that God sees everything, knows everything, and watches over us all…

Jesus said to the Twelve: “Fear no one. Nothing is concealed that will not be revealed, nor secret that will not be known.

My take on it, it’s kinda like Santa Clause, “He knows when you are sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. He knows if you been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.” Or something like that.

After Mass, a quick trip to Sprouts. Not again! A great sale on fruit and vegetables and nuts that I couldn’t pass up. I’ll share some with Miss Eleanor at Towne Creek and maybe others. Tomatoes 48 cents a pound! That’s crazy cheap! Can you O.D. On tomatoes? Peaches and nectarines and grapes 88 cents. Crazy!


Then, home to walk my little furry friend, Bella. Getting warmer outside. Well, it is Texas after all. Now, all I have to do on this beautiful Sunday is decide what to have for dinner. Maybe a fruit and tomato salad.

I’d rather have friends than wrinkles!

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

18 Jun

“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” 

― Mahatma Gandhi

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An early morning getting ready for 8 o’clock Mass at St. Mary of the Angels on Hermitage in Chicago. The church is only about a ten or fifteen minute walk from Matt’s apartment. The city streets are quiet early on a Sunday. St. Mary’s is a gorgeous traditional ornate church both inside and out.


The Gospel today was about “the bread of life,” celebrating Corpus Christi. A Communion we are called to share with God and each other, a symbol of nourishment for the body as well as the soul.

Jesus said to the Jewish crowds:”I am the living bread that came down from heaven; whoever eats this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.”

My take on it… everyone needs nourishment for the body, bread to sustain us, BUT, we also need nourishment and food for the soul, a faith, a bread to feed our inner beings. The bread is a symbol, and Catholics believe that when the  Eucharist is consecrated, it indeed becomes the flesh of Christ. It is food for the soul.



I always light a candle and say a prayer for family and friends when I visit a different church. Today, I lit two different candles. It is such a huge beautiful church, I couldn’t decide.


When I walked outside after Mass, taking pictures, and looking at the vantage points, a couple of little white butterflies, or they could be moths, but I call them butterflies, fluttered around me, almost hidden by the matching white flowers. I have this thing about butterflies being a good sign, lucky symbol.

After Mass, Matt and I walked a few blocks and had breakfast at a nearby deli and sat up on the rooftop to enjoy the morning.

It’s been a great Sunday so far. I hope you are all having a good day AND 

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to all the fathers out there.

Sunday Sermon and Some More Firemen

12 Jun

“And there’s you. You’re just beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful, like nature. You have the trinity of beauty: a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, and a beautiful soul.” ― Kamand Kojouri

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Today is Trinity Sunday. The visiting Eucharistic Minister her at The greens asked the group who knows what the Trinity means. Mom is the only one who raised her hand and said, “The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.” The minisypter asked,”But, what does that mean?” No one was sure how to answer. He replied, “You know what, no one is really sure what it really means, and the concept has been studied and explained and pondered for centuries. We may never know for sure. But, we believe and have faith and continue, even without all the answers.”

I liked that concept of, you don’t have to have all the answers or have everything in black and white, concrete and crispy clear in order to believe in something or someone. 

At the end of the Mass, Mom and I had brought a couple dozen cupcakes leftover from her party. I told them all that Mom’s name is Trinidad in honor of Trinity Sunday.  They thought that was cool. Mom said she was born on Trinity Sunday. But, actually, when I looked it up, she was born the day after, on a Monday, but that was probably the inspiration for her name. Still cool.

Mom and I stayed afterwards and chatted with the other residents while they ate cupcakes and talked about how nice the 90th birthday party was. Mom was still beaming from the afterglow of all the friends and family who celebrated her special day with her Saturday. A good day.
She was so exhausted last night that she didn’t get around to opening her many presents until after church, when she could carefully unwrap and savor each gift.


Here she is reading out loud, a beautiful letter written by her dear friend and almost-daughter, Lin. Dozens of more gifts and pictures…but, I’ll spare you.

Now, for the Firemen. Last night, after the clean up and gathering up all the leftover food and baked goods from the party, we decided that we should take a couple of trays over to the local firehouse. Cousin Jeff went with me and took a picture after the guys invited us inside. They were just about to sit down to dinner. They said it was spaghetti Saturday. I think a tray of cupcakes and brownies made a nice dessert. Great guys. 


Oh, I wanted to show you why there was so much left over. This isn’t even all of the goodies that I baked for the party. There was more in the kitchen. We ran out of room on the counter. And there was a ton of other food and drinks and an official birthday cake that my sister Jo brought. But, my mother always raised us with the rule that it is better to have too much food than not enough. This way people can take some home. We like to share…and we did. 


Cheers!!!

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

8 May

“A good shepherd encourages and inspires each one that works alongside him.” 

― Pastor Adelaja Sunday

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A gorgeous Sunday morning. It was also First Communion Sunday, with children making their first Communion at all Masses. The girls were all dressed in white, some with lovely veils, all looking like little angels. The boys were all dapper in dark suits and ties. (Not the greatest photos with children in motion.)


The Gospel today was the story of the shepherd leading his flock, and they recognize his voice and follow…

But whoever enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep.The gatekeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hear his voice, as the shepherd calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him, because they recognize his voice. But they will not follow a stranger; they will run away from him, “because they do not recognize the voice of strangers.”

My take on it…we need to recognize the voice of our own shepherd and follow, and not be distracted or follow strangers or those who would lead us astray. They do not have our best interest at heart. 

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Now, the other stuff, I stopped for coffee/tea at McDonald’s with Mr. Jerry after Mass, as we do almost every Sunday. Before we left, I noticed a lady sitting by the window, eating breakfast all alone. I said goodbye to Mr. Jerry then stopped by the solitary diner and asked if I could join her. She invited me to sit down.


This is my new friend, Lynn. We talked for about an hour about friends, family, McKinney, and life in general. We had a lot of things in common. She said she sometimes has breakfast at Snug on Sunday, so I said we’ll have to meet on the square one Sunday. I gave her my card with my name and email, and asked her to friend me on Facebook. I hope she doesn’t forget or doesn’t lose my card. (Or doesn’t think I’m a nut) You can never have too many friends…and…you can never have too many friends name Lynn. I happen to have about twenty if not more friends named Lynn, Lynne, Lin. All lovely ladies and good friends. 

Sunday Sermon, Sales and Other Stuff

24 Apr

“We can’t see the air, yet we still breathe. We can’t see love, yet we still love. We can’t see God, yet we believe.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“Doubt isn’t the opposite of faith; it is an element of faith.” ― Paul Tillich

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A very chilly morning. I was very tempted to wear my sock monkey hat to church, just one last time, but changed my mind. It was good to be back greeting at 9 o’clock Mass with Mary. Today is Divine Mercy Sunday.

The Gospel was the story of Jesus appearing to the apostles. Thomas was not there and said unless he saw the wounds and put his hands there, he could not be sure that Jesus resurrected and returned. Jesus then appeared again and told Thomas to put his hands in His wounds so he might believe, then said…

“You have come to believe because you have seen me. Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed.” (Jn 20:29)

My take on it…you have to have faith and believe and trust in things that you may not see. We can’t see air, yet we breathe. We can’t see love, yet we still love. We can’t see God, yet we believe. Some need proof and others just believe.

Being Divine Mercy Sunday, I went to the Novena and Chaplet at 3 p.m. The theme of this day is forgiveness and mercy, asking for and giving forgiveness. I still need A LOT of help in that regard, so I decided to attend. The quiet prayers and solemn songs were motivational. 


After church, I went to Sprouts and had a field day with all the great sales, fruit and vegetables, and my favorite, dark chocolate covered pecans, only $5.99 a pound. Does anyone else get excited about red peppers, 3 for $1? 


I put away my  exciting groceries, then went for a long walk, bumping into neighbors, chatting here and there, and not landing at my front door until it was dark. But, before I went inside, I made a wish on the first star. You know the old…”Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight…” I believe in magic wishes, too. Don’t you?

Easter Sunday:) Sunday Sermon and MORE Cute Firemen

17 Apr

“Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.” ― Pope John Paul II

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“Easter says that every ending ever experienced by man is exquisitely crafted to find its own ending at the feet of a fresh beginning.” 

― Craig D. Lounsbrough

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Easter is a time of renewal, rebirth, resurrection and rejoicing. As a child, sometimes I concentrated more on new clothes, Easter eggs, candy and family gatherings. As I matured, I learned the true meaning of the special day. Appreciation.

John 3:16

16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
Mom and I had fun making four dozen cupcakes with the cute bunny Peeps, complete with mini marshmallow tail and two jelly beans in front.


It was a labor of love, and silliness. If you know me, lots of silliness.


We baked through the night and freshly frosted and decorated through the morning.

Oh, I forgot to show you the funny face I made before I started mixing. Yes, lots of silliness.

We went downstairs for the 10:30 Catholic Mass, and we brought a cupcake for everyone there, and a few extra for family.

The Gospel today, of course, was about finding the stone in front of the burial place of Jesus moved away and and the tomb empty, the burial clothes on the ground. The disciples and followers realized what had occurred. Thus, we have the first Easter. Alleluhlia! 

My take on it….the ultimate sacrifice redeemed us all. The small sacrifices we make for the good of others could never compare, but are a tribute to He who did. Also, a good lesson on appreciating all those who have and currently sacrifice for us.

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My post from yesterday was about the screeching fire alarm here at Mom’s place and the five fire trucks that were dispatched to The Greens of Elgin. Mom and I decided that it would be nice to share some bunny cupcakes with the local firemen who sacrifice so much for their community, willing to put their lives on the line every day. I went over to Elgin Station 2 with a dozen cupcakes. I showed them Mom’s picture above, and told them that we appreciated all they do for the community. (I’ve expanded my Firefighter cupcake drive-by stops to another city and state. I hope my McKinney MFD guys don’t get jealous.)


Mom still isn’t able to get around too well yet, but she had enough energy to take her walker down the hall to a few neighbors. (Hmmm? I wonder where I get it from?)


Isn’t Mom adorable!

Sunday Sermon and Other Stuff

10 Apr

“The future is certain. It is just not known.” ― Johnny Rich

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It was a lazy Sunday morning. Poor Mom really wasn’t sure if she wanted to go down for Mass at 10:30. She’s still recovering from a recent fall, and hasn’t been down in six weeks or so. Volunteers from St. Thomas More Parish come every Sunday to officiate the service in the community room. Mom was concerned that her back might start hurting and she wouldn’t want to walk out. I gave her a Tylenol, and said, “It’s Palm Sunday. We can’t miss Palm Sunday.” 

Here’s Mom saying, “No, not another selfie!!!”


We went downstairs and when Mom entered the room, about twenty-five people applauded and welcomed her back.

Mom was glad to be back in her old routine. She always does the Second Reading, and today was no different.

The Gospel today was a long story about Jesus being betrayed by Judas, denied by Peter and turned on by his followers. He was sentenced to crucifixion even when the crowd had the choice of releasing Him or the criminal Barabbas. They chose to release the criminal. Jesus, “suffered, died and was buried.” The story continues…

My take on the Gospel…this story is filled with betrayal, lying, suicide, anguish, suffering, and death. Jesus knew this was his destiny and He chose to die for us and our salvation. After so much pain and suffering, He did not go back on His word or promise to His Father.

If we could all be just the tiniest bit as sincere, honest, and brave as this. It’s difficult to keep going after betrayal and cruelty and lying and evil. If faith can help you through your trials, reach into your heart. If friends and family can help you through your pain, reach for their hand. Some things cannot be changed, it’s how YOU choose to live and accept your lot in life is what determines your future. CHOOSE WISELY.



Happy Sunday, my friend.