lessons on the Lord's day

I have a pastor--that was my epiphany today. As I sat in Sunday School this morning and didn't see Father Greg, I felt disappointment. And it hit me--I have a pastor, one who feeds me each Sunday, and I wanted him there. Fortunate for me, he was there, just late to Sunday School. But what a comforting feeling. I have someone looking after my soul, shepherding me, praying for me, feeding me. Just like Jesus said to Saint Peter--"Feed my sheep."

Another epiphany--my girl had trouble this morning, as usual when she attends worship with us--annoying, distracting, aggravating trouble. And afterwards we played the prescribed roles in a familiar script--parents admonishing, girl lacerating with her tongue. But then, when I breached the bolted door, a revelation to me and to her. One more memory that tortured this sensitive soul who seems cold and hard but is really scared and wounded. And a cleansing occurred with the revelation, an understanding, a glimmer of hope for better days.

So thank you, Lord Jesus, for the bread of your body and the wine of your blood, for the feeding and the forgiveness, for the mercy and the hope--Christ our Hope!