My agenda is simple today--a little catching up time. February 2, was the 27th anniversary of my dad's death. It is hard to believe that I have been without my dad for nearly half of my life. I am still grateful that he died on the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord. That always brings me comfort. I wish he could have known my kids. My oldest was only three when he died. He would have loved being a great grandparent too.
Yesterday was the Feast of St. Blaise. I always look forward to this feast for the blessing of throats. COVID ruined another aspect of ministry that I have always treasured. I guess we will see how Ash Wednesday shapes up throughout the world. It looks like we may be sprinkling ashes on top of the head. I can't believe that we are almost a year into "two weeks to flatten the curve," and life is still so bizarre that we couldn't touch you with blessed candles yesterday for the blessing of St. Blaise. In a couple of weeks we will not be able to touch you to place ashes on your forehead for Ash Wednesday.
Does the flag still stand for freedom?
My heart breaks for our nation, our Church, and our families. To all of you struggling with depression from being isolated and alone, please know you continue to be in my prayers. To all of you with loved ones in hospitals and nursing homes and have not been allowed in to visit them, please know each of you remain in prayers as well. To all of the students still forced to learn online, please know of my prayers for you and your parents.
God's people are suffering in a multitude of ways. When will we grasp the idea that the cure cannot be worse than the disease?