Three things of note.
- It is, of course, Star Wars Day. “May the Fourth be with you,” as they say. James messaged me that, and when I mentioned it to Mom, who’d never heard it, it drew a chuckle. So totally worth it.
- This is the fifth anniversary of Dad’s passing. I don’t talk about it much, even now, though I still think of him often — what he would think of something, how he would enjoy a joke, music he would enjoy, all that kind of thing. I miss him.
- This is the fiftieth (!) anniversary of my First Communion. Which I only remember because the gift I got for it, a St. Christopher medal I wore for many years, had the date engraved on the back: 5-9-69.
It’s not something that means quite as much theologically to me as it once did, but it was a huge milestone in my childhood, and that it’s hit that kind of anniversary is … well, once in a lifetime.
It was a nice day — sleeping in, running errands with Margie, texting with the boy, dinner out with Mom. Pleasantly domestic and familiar. An odd confluence of anniversaries and events, with an otherwise pleasantly ordinary day, but, then, ever.
It’s also Free Comic Book Day.
I think about your dad every now and then. He was a good man. But, I don’t miss us having to stand back to back to see who was taller.
Our First Communion is special, but, we were not raised to understand, only told we had to go to Mass. Over the years, the Eucharist has a very special meaning to me. It reminds me every time what God did for me and you so we could be in communion with him. It’s difficult to really understand the transubstantiation and for some, it’s a walk of faith, not of sight. Maybe Surprised by the Truth could help you, maybe not.
Lastly, what’s your favorite joke to tell or do you even like to tell jokes?
@Michael – Oh, the height measurements … 🙂
For me, the Eucharist is a drawing together at table together with Christ, a reflection of one of the the fundamental acts of fellowship and unity that people can experience together. I find myself less interested in the mystery of transubstantiation (or the Episcopalian variant of consubstantiation), just as, from a historian’s perspective, I find the Greek hair-splitting legalism of the Nicene Creed to be less than inspirational (especially when I consider the political strife and blood shed over its various components, a far cry from fundamental Greatest Commandments). I find Jesus’ life and words more of an inspiration than the philosophical analyses of what it all means (for all that I love the liturgy).
I’ve found, over the years, that I’m really not good at remembering or delivering “favorite jokes” — they come to mind situationally, but I’m not someone who carries them in my pocket to whip out at moments when a joke is needed.
Dave tells dad jokes and is an inveterate punster.