Sunday, 12/31/17
Today is the Feast of the
Holy Family, and we try to grasp something of the pride and love that Mary and
Joseph felt when Jesus was forty days old, and they carried him to the temple,
stopping again and again to look down of his face.
This is also a day on which
we urge ourselves to be better members of our families. The first reading assures
us that our efforts will be rewarded by our having our prayers heard, and by
our living long lives, and our being gladdened by children.
When it comes to the relations
we have with our siblings, we find them unaltered by their deaths. I had a
brother, Frank; and sisters Kay, Joan, Prudy and Peggy. For years each of them
was only a phone call away, and now they are just a prayer, or a few good
chuckles away.
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