Day to Day


And of course for his wife, the wonderful Amy Welborn, and their family.

Requiem æternam dona ei, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat ei.

…yesterday, I went in about noonish after Mass for two dozen bagels to feed the hungry mob at home.  I was really pleasantly supplied at how well-stocked they were with all our favorites– usually noon on a Sunday means pretty slim pickings at the bagel store.

But not yesterday.  Overflowing bins.

So I give the man my order, and as he finishes boxing it up, he asks if we’ve pre-ordered any challah bread.

Huh?  “No,” I say, “Just the bagels and a cup of coffee.”

“So,” he says, “These are for tomorrow?”

Double Huh?!??!?  “No,” I say, “they’re for my eight children sitting at home waiting for their lunch!”

Then, the light dawns, and I ask, “Is tomorrow Rosh Hashanah?”  Sure enough…

You know, I grew up in New York.  Time was, I would’ve figured out where this was all going as soon as the words “challah bread” left his mouth.  How California changes people…

Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.

And if you are able, donate blood.

St. Josemar�a, the \

You and your family are invited to
a Mass celebrating the feast of
St. Josemaría Escrivá,
Founder of Opus Dei

Thursday, June 26, 2008, at 7:00 p.m.
St. Francis of Assisi Church
860 Oak Grove Rd., Concord, CA 94518-3461

Principal Celebrant
Most Rev. Allen H. Vigneron
Bishop of Oakland

For more information about St. Josemaría, go to www.opusdei.org
Sacrament of Reconciliation available starting at 6:30 p.m.

My oldest daughter has been attending for years, loves it, and is going back this year as a junior counselor.  The camp has become so popular that the organizers added a second session this year, which means spaces are still available!  It strikes a terrific balance between POD stuff for the girls (Mass, Rosary, catechism, etc.) and good, old-fashioned camp fun.  Check it out! 

Late last night, I received a dreadful phone call from the hospital.  A dear friend’s four-year-old son was in a sedated coma following a freak accident in the back yard. My husband and I just started praying like mad, with many tears mixed in, and got the word out to family and friends to pray for this poor little fellow.  We fell asleep fully expecting that he would not make it through the night, or if he did survive, to be badly brain-damaged.

This morning, he woke up right as rain.  Recognized his folks, asked for his blankie.  Docs say they find no evidence of any damage.  It boggles the mind.

God is so good.  This was such a miracle.  It really drove home to me once again how precious every day, and every person in our day is.  Sometimes I bemoan how quickly the children are growing up, and far too often, how slowly, sloooowly they are growing up and learning to behave.  Events like this are a knock on the head from God to just stop and give thanks to Him, and savor the beauty of the moment. 

I was driving today nearly solo, with just my five-year-old daughter in the back seat. The song “Hey There, Delilah” was playing on the radio when I heard her little voice warbling from behind me, “Oh… It’s what you do to me…”

Yet she gets very peevish with me if I insist on playing Brahms’ Ein Deutsches Requiem

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