So, its Saturday afternoon and I've labored over a Sermon for three days and all I have to show for it is these miserable scraps of paper and seven blog entries. My mother is poking along but her days are few. My mind is a bit fried and my spirits in need of a bit of a rant...and where is Fr. Jake? Gone but not forgotten.
In sure and certain hope I live with the promise of a new Terry sighting, worthy of these days. Perhaps one that will do me good, as the old Fr. did me good. He said he'd be back. We are waiting.