Saturday, September 7, 2024

My Brown Hen



Dear Diary,

This morning's early walk to church was wrapped in the gentle hush of dawn, with Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and me taking in the serene quietude. My brown hen seemed eager to join our little procession but I encouraged her to stay back, reminding her of the nest eggs waiting to be tended.

Father Leroy's homily today brought to life the Gospel reading from Luke 6:1-5, where Jesus addresses the Pharisees’ strict interpretations of the Sabbath laws. He shared a poignant story of an old farmer named Mr. Jennings, who once during a severe drought, chose to irrigate his fields on a Sunday to save his failing crops. This decision faced criticism from some in the community who held strict views on Sabbath observance. Yet, Mr. Jennings’ actions preserved the harvest that fed many families throughout that difficult year. Father Leroy used this story to illustrate the importance of compassion and understanding in applying the teachings of Jesus, emphasizing that the spirit of the law should lead us to acts of kindness and necessity.

Upon returning home, inspired by the homily, Sister and I prepared a breakfast of scrambled eggs enriched with sautéed onions and a tiny dash of heavy whipping cream, lovingly ladled onto toasted slices of homemade bread—a simple yet fulfilling meal that echoed the morning's message of sustenance and care.

Heavenly Father, thank You for the wisdom imparted through today's Gospel, teaching us that Your laws guide us to act with love and mercy. Help us to discern when to uphold tradition and when to embrace the needs of the present. May our actions reflect Your compassion, and may we rest tonight in peace, ready to continue Your work tomorrow. Amen.

Good Night:

As I close today's entry, I am thankful for the lessons learned and the peace found in following Your ways. Good night, dear diary, until we meet again in the morning light.

Sweet Dreams, Kathy




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