About a year ago, we had dinner with our former pastor. Kids and I went to Mass at his "new" parish and then took him to eat pizza. (Dear husband has declined to participate. ) The conversations at these meals are always pretty wide-ranging, especially when the kids get in the act. At some point, slingshots came up. I had long since forgotten that part of the evening, but younger son had it tucked away in his memory bank. (Side note: It is truly amazing what trivial things they remember - like which Happy Meal toy they got when we stopped after having pictures taken at XYZ place when they were pre-schoolers.) Friday, something possessed him to climb up on the treehouse platform with the pruning shears (they're still up there) and clip out a nice branch with a Y shape "just like Fr. P said." And so here is the result. It is at winter camp with said son this week. Allegedly for skipping rocks on the lake....
Months ago, my pastor invited me to be a Eucharistic Minister at our parish. Said that he and Jesus would like to have me. My first reaction was not enthusiastic acceptance (more like: "anything but that"), but it's pretty hard to tell Jesus "no", so I accepted the invitation. Took a little while to get my name on the schedule, and today was my first opportunity to serve. Just a little nervous, I said a quick prayer to the Blessed Mother - Mary, this is YOUR son we're dealing with here. Please let everything go well. And it did! It just really seemed to be a blur, during the time of the Mass that is most quiet and reflective.
Today was the Solemnity of Christ the King. The last Sunday of the Liturgical Year. Advent begins next Sunday! Love it!
I'm looking at a week of no school! It will fly by. Undoubtedly there will be some things to blog!
I was a EM at a former church. I much preferred the wine that the host. It was a little nerve-racking at first, but you get used to it!
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