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Sunday Sermon




September 1, 1955
 
Dear Diary,

Today, the first beautiful Sunday of September, was a day filled with grace and tranquility. The weather was simply perfect—warm with a gentle breeze, the kind that carries the scent of late summer flowers and the promise of a peaceful autumn ahead.

This morning at Mass, Father LeRoy delivered a homily that truly touched my heart. Based on today's Gospel reading from Mark 7:1-8, 14-15, 21-23, he spoke about the importance of focusing on what truly matters in our faith—not just the outward traditions, but the purity of our hearts. He reminded us that it's easy to get caught up in rituals, but God looks at our intentions and the love we carry within. His words were a gentle reminder that faith isn't just about following rules; it's about living with love, humility, and compassion in everything we do.

Mini was on her best behavior during Mass today. She sat quietly by my side, her eyes bright with attentiveness, almost as if she was taking in Father's words herself. After Mass, she wasn't in a hurry to walk back to the farm. Instead, she eagerly waited to greet her faithful friend Cheryl, who was heading over to the Breakfast Club for her usual coffee and sandwich. Cheryl loves Mini just as much as Mini loves her, and it was heartwarming to see them together, sharing a few moments of joy before we headed home.

The afternoon was peaceful at the farm. I spent some time sitting under the big oak tree, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face while Mini played nearby. The chickens clucked contentedly as they roamed the yard, and I could hear the distant sound of the geese by the pond. Everything felt right with the world, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude for these simple moments of peace.

Before bedtime, Sister Mary Claire insisted on unbraiding my braids. She was quite determined to try out this new soap she found—Prell Shampoo. She said it was supposed to make my hair look alive. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I let her go ahead with it. After all, who am I to argue when she gets that determined look in her eyes? The shampoo had a fresh scent, and as she washed my hair, I couldn’t help but feel a bit pampered. I’m curious to see if my hair really will look more “alive” in the morning. Hmmm... we’ll see.

As the day comes to a close, I offer this prayer to the Blessed Mother:

O Blessed Mother, full of grace, I thank you for the peace and love you bring into my life. Guide me to always seek the purity of heart that pleases our Lord. Help me to live with compassion, kindness, and humility, following the example of your Son. Protect my loved ones, and keep us close to your heart. Amen.

Goodnight, dear diary. May tomorrow be as peaceful and blessed as today.

Kathy



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