This was while my health was starting to disintegrate with viral pneumonia or something that invited that into my system. Nothing to do with the homily as I was still trying to ignore feeling like I was going to collapse. That’s really not smart. But, that’s me. Since my doctor said I should try to start doing small things, a post like this dragged from the drafts folder is appropriate. I’m sorry I don’t have much in the way of rhetorical skills, but some said this was one of those life-changing homilies for them. I would feel guilty in not putting it up, faults and all. If I remember correctly, I still had the energy to get revved up, as it were, two or three times. :-) Now I’m going back to bed.
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 
Saw some wood, Father! Zzzzzzzz….
Flat on my back now. Yes.
“What an I still doing here?”
This reminds me of what St. Monica said to the Lord after her wayward son (St. Augustine) had finally converted and set his sights on Christ.