Sunday, January 8, 2023
Jean’s daughter invited me to accompany them on a boat outing. It was canceled because her friend who offered it had an opportunity to have a paying client for the day.
I went to church instead. Boy, did I make a boo-boo!. Last week, I approached an old woman in a wheelchair delivered by a transportation service if she needed help. I gave her the program and bulletin. Then I asked her if she was comfortable sitting in the hot sun. When she said no, I moved her from the periphery up against the glass doors so she could have the best view of the altar. Today, without asking her, I dumped a program in her lap, released the brakes on her wheelchair, and rolled her up to the glass door. “Where am I going?” she asked. She had no idea who I was, no less remembered what occurred last week. I returned her to her original position and returned to my seat.
The new priest gave the homily. It wasn’t quite to my taste. It emphasized faith versus practice to get into heaven. He said anyone who does mass online versus in person can’t get into heaven. Really. He just announced that the homebound can’t get into heaven. Is he for real? I mentioned my feelings to friends who were at mass. They liked the homily. I don’t think they heard the threat in his words. They get great comfort from embracing Jesus. I can see why it would have meant for them.
After mass, I stopped at Long’s to use a downloaded coupon. I picked up five ten-ounce packages of Hersey’s milk chocolate nuggets with whole almonds. I wanted to buy a hairbrush, too. I was looking for a particular type, one with closely set bristles. They didn’t have it. I saved three dollars from the bill thanks to the downloaded coupon.
I planned to stop at Costco on the way home but was too tired. Church exhausts me. Meditation exhausts me. I feel nice and relaxed. That’s great, but I’m useless for anything else.
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