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Whatsoever is Holy on the Memorial of St. Charles Borromeo

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Today’s First Reading hits the American ethos dead center.

Their God is their stomach; their glory is their “shame.” Their minds are occupied with earthly things. But our citizenship is in heaven and from it we also await a savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.

(from Philippians 3)

Guilty as charged.

My mind races.

I think about my kids and their kids.

Who I should call and who I should text.

What people are thinking while I simultaneously want to say screw it; I don’t really care.

How much Christmas gifts will cost.

What I’m still owed for some work I did.

How little I actually made for some work I did.

How little I want to work.

How much I want to just flit here and there, talking about the Eucharist and conversion and Mother Mary.

What I need at the grocery store.

How I spent the last two nights eating the Dairy Queen ice cream cake from the freezer and there’s still some left and I really have to stop this or my middle aged metabolism will really be my nemesis.

How good it was to see everyone at the funeral today; how sad it was to be at the funeral today.

How much I want to be like my husband’s grandma; how little I am actually like her.

The dog needs a vet appointment. I need an annual exam.

There’s still leftover Halloween candy. Nobody comes to our door on October 31st. Why do I buy so much candy, anyway?

I like my new outfit from Macy’s, the black pantsuit I bought for the wake, but that black suit is not going to fit for long if I keep eating candy and frozen ice cream cakes from DQ.

Oh heck, I’m a grandmother. If you can’t be a little overweight when your seventh grandchild is due any day, when can you be overweight.

I’ve been to the gym twice in the last year. Who am I kidding?

We need to get a taper to prep some walls for painting. I should paint and get this house ready to sell. Man, we have too much debt.

Will I ever be able to travel to the Holy Land again. I think I will go into a depression if I can’t see the Sea of Galilee again.

I could put a ticket on the credit card.

Lord, we have so much debt.

What can I sell.

I should get a job.

I write.

Does it pay the bills?

No.

Okay, maybe a little.

So write.

But that book I’m working on is too honest. There’s only so much “being honest” people can handle.

That’s what St. Augustine and St. Patrick thought when they wrote their confessions. Actually, no. That’s not what they thought. It was all for Christ.

All. For. Christ.

What was the reading again? Up there, at the top of the post, the part in italics?

Their God is their stomach; their glory is their “shame.” Their minds are occupied with earthly things. But our citizenship is in heaven and from it we also await a savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.

(from Philippians 3)

Okay, Lord. I’m a citizen of heaven. And I’m showing up for duty.

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