MONDAY DIARY: ALMOST EXCRUCIATINGLY TRUE STORIES: A LITTLE BIT OF THIS, A LITTLE BIT OF THAT

Sometimes people ask, "How do you come up with your homilies Father?"  Sometimes it just comes the moment I read the Scriptures early in the week.  

Sometimes not.  Sometimes it seems like something has to happen first and THEN it becomes clear what the Holy Spirit wants said.  Sometimes it is as late as Saturday.

I remember once, as a kid, we went to Mass right after Princess Dianna died.  As we walked out of Mass I heard someone comment with some sadness, "I just KNEW that he wouldn't say anything about Princess Dianna."  So I've always tried to include important goings on of the day in the mix to the extent that I can.

Sometimes are easier than others.  This week was a challenge.

And sometimes, when you are trying to build a horse, you get a horse.  Sometimes when you want to build a horse, you get a giraffe or a camel.  But, hey, what would this world be like without giraffes or camels?

Linda, who was at a Mass at which I preached was moved to send in this poem.  I hope you enjoy.

Kitchen Prayer

Klara Munkres

Lord of all pots and pans and things
Since I’ve not time to be
A saint by doing lovely things or
Watching late with Thee
Or dreaming in the dawn light or
Storming Heaven’s gates
Make me a saint by getting meals and
Washing up the plates.

Although I must have Martha’s hands,
I have a Mary mind
And when I black the boots and shoes,
Thy sandals Lord I find.
I think of how they trod the earth,
What time I scrub the floor
Accept this meditation Lord,
I haven’t time for more.

Warm all the kitchen with Thy love,
And light it with Thy peace
Forgive me all my worrying and make
My grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food,
In room or by the sea
Accept this service that I do,
I do it unto Thee.