God Bless Our Troops

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Got my soap made last night. This batch turned out a lovely violet.


I can't wait to cut it.

I need to get down to that workroom and get things straightened out a bit. I've been having way too much fun with my WII fit and I need to get on the stick around here.

We flybabies are still in the living room. Here is my area of concentration today. The shelves aren't too bad, but I need to straighten up the toy area - especially since Claire prefers the WII to the toybox these days.


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Deacon John called. No RCIA tonight, but I have to go into town for a liturgy meeting. On these cold days, I just prefer to stay home.
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Word of the day:
Tuesday of the Third Week in Ordinary Time
Gospel
Mk 3:31-35


The mother of Jesus and his brothers arrived at the house.
Standing outside, they sent word to Jesus and called him.
A crowd seated around him told him,
“Your mother and your brothers and your sisters
are outside asking for you.”
But he said to them in reply,
“Who are my mother and my brothers?”
And looking around at those seated in the circle he said,
“Here are my mother and my brothers.
For whoever does the will of God
is my brother and sister and mother.”

Thoughts from the cornfield:
This is one of the passages I had to grow into. It took me a long time to realize that Jesus was not disrespecting his mother and his relatives. He was drawing all of us into the divine family - and blood is not the admittance ticket (at least not our blood anyway) - we are family by our willingness to do God's will.


God bless our troops!

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2 comments:

Anna said...

Nice. The 2 year old granddaughter gets to play the Wii all the time, but the 2 oldest children only got to play the Atari, like, twice. Uh huh.

Sugar Bush Primitives said...

The Atari? LOL! If you really want the "Pong" game I will see if I can dig it out from underneath all the junk in the attic.