Good morning dear gentle readers. My sister reminded me I hadn’t written lately and that she and others are following my musings through "recovery." That’s a funny word I use as I don’t look like I was sick, I didn’t have an addiction to recover from… I’m just healing on the inside in my lungs. Which are sneaky creatures. You can’t see lungs, and we don’t know sometimes that they are not "absorbing" oxygen… until maybe we pass out from coughing and the nurse puts a little pincher on your finger and everybody hops around getting you the little oxygen tube for your nose. … Suck it in and hack it out becomes the rhythm and routine. Fortunately I can breathe deeply and am only coughing occasionally as I recover from "double pneumonia", but I’ve heard tales this week of friends and my niece in Jacksonville Erin, and George my first brother in law, who are suffering in much the same way. Let us pray for lungs and their hardiness this Palm Sunday. At this time in the Lentan liturgy we are reading the Gospel of John chapter 8, and all the places where "the Jews, or the Pharisees" said to Jesus… "Who are you? and how do you dare to call God your Father… We have only one Father, and that is Abraham."… It comes to my mind… We have only one Father in heaven… in eternity. Who grants eternal life. The Jews just couldn’t get past earthly death vs eternal life. They didn’t understand, "before Abraham came to be, I AM." We all struggle with these sayings of Jesus as we live through horrific illnesses of loved ones, we cannot see eternity. As we sit along at the bediside of the dying… we think we are alone with death, but we are not. Entertaining angels unawares wrote St Paul… Why not believe at that time that we are surrounded by angels who are sent to heal or take home… Home. I think I might not want to float around on a cloud singing, as I’m a doer… I want to work and help people… I forget I am part of a large church, established by Christ. I am not alone! "Go out and help… I will call you when it is the Father’s time." Yes sir. I will go; but when it is my time, let me get a big hug from our Blessed Mother who will lead me to you! God bless us this day when we remember Jesus being triumphantly greeted at the gates of Jerusalem…. only to be rejected a short few days later. Let us pray for the healing of our divided world, and our own divided souls. Thank God!
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