Today began like most Sunday's often do. We got up and kinda of hurried through a snacky breakfast to make it to 8:30 mass on time. I'm grateful we did because the homily was about my son Jack. Fr. Bill was talking about how Jesus asks us to not only give what we have in reserve, but give when we don't feel that we want to. He mentions then about a little boy who came and brought food from his birthday party to feed other hungry kids. That was my little boy he was talking about. I beamed with pride.
I'm angry with myself because wasn't I just sitting there in church beaming that my little boy was giving to those in need. Giving them food we like and could have used for ourselves.... yet here I was, full well knowing that the kids were over tired and just plain kids, full well knowing as Dona so smartly put it that "Joe works hard the other 355 days of the year and deserves to go and get away". Yet I was selfish and jaded and angry.
All I needed to do was stop, ask God for an extention of my reserves and gain perspective that this isn't that big of a deal and I can handle it. I needed to give the goodness even though I had none in reserves.... lesson learned.. big time.
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