Well, we were up pretty late last night (at least by our middle-aged standards), so this has been a pretty tired day.
Margie had Kitten Kustody this morning, though it was a truncated sleep-in for me. Veena, one of our deacons, was getting ordained this morning, so we had to get up in time to get showered and dressed and their.
A wonderful ceremony. We were at Rev. Bonnie’s ordination, too. It sends chills down your back, even as it lifts up the spirit. There’s centuries of tradition there, of service and inspiration and dedication to God. Really neat. I’m glad we were there.
You can chalk up another minor sin to those in the Catholic Church who committed not only abuse, but those who worked so hard to cover it up. As I was listening to the words of the vows Veena spoke, I couldn’t help but compare them to the actions of those others. And since I suspect that Catholic priestly vows are not all that different from those of the Episcopal Church, it just makes you wonder how such things could have happened …
And on a related note, on this date, in 1969, I received my First Communion, at St. Joseph’s in Pomona, California. I had a St. Christopher medallion for many years that I received that day, with the date on the back … “5-4-69” … and so it was branded indelably in my mind.
After that, it was Errand of Mercy time, as I went over to see if I could help Doyce with his sprinker problem. We removed the bad parts, got the right parts, but couldn’t get things to be leak-free. But we could do enough so that they could run their sprinkers for the first time in weeks, so it will hold them until the Sprinker People can arrive …
A while later, Jackie came by with the video tapes I’d forgotten to bring home, and, snuck into them, a nice thank-you gift. Which was just plain silly, since I didn’t do anything, so we’ll have to think of something even nicer for them …