Sunday, July 5, 2015

Good Luck to Me

I'm not the church-going type. I should be, but I haven't yet found a church of which I'm proud to say I'm a member. However, our neighborhood parish has a new pastor and associate pastor, so I thought I'd give them a try. Melina and I headed to the 8 a.m. service today, hoping for something good.

I won't bore you with details. Everything aligned for a peaceful and lovely service: wonderful singing (thank you, Karen), great lector (thanks, MM), perfect homily. It's probably a fluke that I chose today to go back to church. But as the universe is wont to do, it taught me a lesson.

For the psalm today was number 95: If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts.

In the moment Karen started to sing the psalm, I realized exactly what I've been doing over the last few weeks with respect to my parents. I've been hardening my heart. And without going into anything else about the circumstances, I realize, once again, that I need to be more forgiving, compassionate, and loving.

There's a challenge if I ever saw one. Good luck to me.


Unknown said...

Loved this post. Good luck to you always!

Christina said...

Thank you, lady! And Happy Birthday to you!

T said...

There's a fine line between compassion and being a dumbass.