Tuesday, 12/31/13
St. John opened
today’s reading by saying, “children, it is the last hour.” We have come to the
last hours of 2013, and that puts us in a nostalgic mood.
After Mass yesterday
John Lippincott took me to a different restaurant, and the ride bought us past
many homes to which through the years I had brought Holy Communion on First
Fridays. Coming back to me with those homes were the faces and conversations of
many dear Catholics.
Their return,
brought with them faces and stories from other people I saw on First Fridays
through sixty-one years as a priest.
I regularly visited people in Pumburi and Sapchunni in Korea. And there
were people along the St. John’s in Crescent City. There was a nice old
Fernandina couple called the Saylors. They always complained about the
tasteless diet their children forced on them.
Those folks are all gone,
but what lives on is the good they did for the many people they touched in their
lifetimes. So, lest those old acquaintances be forgot, we’ll lift our prayer in
memory of them on this last day of the year.
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