Hi remember me? Yes I am okay, and I have every intention to continue this blog. The reason that this blog has been dormant for so long is that MS decided to flare up just as 1st communion and Confirmation was upon me.
Somehow I pushed through the MS fatigue and brain fog to make sure that everything was well organized. But the MS is not letting up. Well it is what it is and there are worse things to have. But it did keep me from blogging for a bit.
My favorite deacon is a bit tired as well. I couldn’t have made it without his help. He is a wizard at planning liturgy.
We both want to go to a place that is the anti Cheers. A place to just be with each other. A place to be anonymous.
It would be great to take a few days sitting on a beach sipping wine with a funny umbrella in it. But we are planning, and looking forward to seeing our grandchildren in Boston, so we won’t be able to swing another trip. Alas, the pursuit of anonymity is not in our near future.
Why this longing to go where nobody knows our name? We love our parish and our parishioners. My favorite deacon enjoys his vocation. We wouldn’t change anything about our life together. Okay we wouldn’t mind winning the lottery.
Still sometimes, in my less noble moments, it crosses my mind that it would be easy to be a Christian if it wasn’t for people. We live in a fallen world. People are messy and broken. Sometimes people are, well, not nice.
Don’t get me wrong. Most of the parents of children in the religious education program have been wonderful and supportive since I stepped in to fill the director of faith formation in an emergency. Most people recognize how much my favorite deacon does in the parish. Some even know that he has a day job.
The difficult one percent every once in a while just wears me down a bit. I must remember to “be kind for everyone is fighting a great battle.”
Still. I want to go where nobody knows my name.