It was another soccer tournament weekend. It’s Monday and back to work, where at least the schedule is more predictable.
At least the games were spaced so I could catch church on Sunday.
The Gospel was the story of the Prodigal Son, which is often dissatisfying because it just doesn’t seem fair.
If the Prodigal Son story played out today, I’m sure there would be at least one lawsuit.
Our deacon gave the homily, and pointed out that the son who stayed home figured may not have merely been loyal and altruistic. The way he looked at it, he was taking care of his upcoming inheritance, so in effect, he was working for himself. Since he was focused on what he expected to get, he didn’t realize and appreciate all the things he had every day.
However, what he said next was what struck me. The deacon suggested that every night when the family gathers for dinner, we should start a litany of all the things we have to be thankful for. He suggested starting small, with such things as life, spouse, children. Each day add a couple of more things. By the end of Lent we may all realize just how blessed we are.
I thought it was a good enough idea that I should share it.