I have been going to St Joseph Parish in the morning to celebrate mass. Fr Bob is great. He has literally opened the doors to me. It’s true. There is a combination lock on the front door he showed me how to open. The church is mine when I want to pray or celebrate Mass. I have been concelebrating with him in the morning.
Today we went to the beach. I had not been there for over twenty-five years. I used to hang out there with my friends. Needless to say, everything seemed so small. It’s that retro look that expects to see everything the way it was before, but it all seems so compressed. I walked the beach in just ten minutes where it used to take hours.
I kept expecting to meet friends. I would imagine what they would look like now, twenty-five years plus down the road.
Sand in my toes and a little bit sunburned, we headed home. I can’t help to praise God in the beauty of his creation: the waves crashing on rocky shores, salt air in your face, sea gulls and the smell of fresh cut grass. I’m loving it.