Sundays can be busy days for priests. Yesterday was about 16 hours non-stop. Rush, rush, rush. Besides Adoration at both campuses and Masses at both campuses and then the social, there were Communion calls to be done, just nine, but spread throughout the counties of the parish as far away from each other as possible, throwing Jesus and myself up into the heavens, as usual, on the tops of the mountains. Above is the usual panorama I capture for the blog, this time changed in appearance with the various levels of cloud cover. I’m happy that the biggest parish in North America (in Charlotte) is helping this smallest parish in North America with the mileage reimbursement.
Just because this is the smallest doesn’t mean not busy. But let me give you an idea of small. To say that our 8:30 AM Mass had a half dozen people present would be an exaggeration. Not that many. The 11:00 AM Mass had perhaps 25 individuals. Our Spanish Mass the night before did better, but I fear that was due to a delayed party for the festivities of the end of the Christmas season (40 days). That feast is a really big deal with our Latino community. As it should be.
Anyway, when I chase about on Communion calls and see the beauty of the Lord’s creation with the Lord, I also think of the suffering that we also have on this side of heaven. I should feel guilty being in the good place where I am, but I don’t. Our Lord is our Spiritual Director. He knows what’s good for us, how to have us trust in Him. He knows that right now being in this parish doing these things is good for me. Hey! I’ll take the good when I can in preparation for growth (and that’s also especially good), whatever that might entail. My internet stalker guy thinks my being in this parish is a colossal waste of time. But, last time I checked, Jesus doesn’t have to ask my internet stalker guy for permission to throw me about anywhere He wants. Jesus is the One. The only One. It is Jesus who will come to judge the living and the dead and world by fire. Amen.
P.S. I’ve been redacting the next chapter in Jackass for the Hour, which touched on some rather sensitive security issues at the Vatican and its extraterritorial jurisdictions. I’ve removed a paragraph altogether, not because it was wrong, but because it was all too right. And I’ve come to learn much more about all that, from the inside-out, as it were. As I was doing this editing, other incidents came to mind, not only about the Holy Office, but with various of the Gendarmes and posts. Sigh. Things are never as they seem. I’ve come to the conclusion that, well, I’ll keep my mouth shut, for now. Anyway, that editing is the reason for the delay in putting up another chapter. Later today, I hope, the next installment will be up.