If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this is the first time I am writing a post for this. I would also share with that this is first post I have written in over a month! There was a time that I was posting at least monthly. That I really got into the Blogging U. courses. That I now am having a hard time coming up with anything to write about; to share an opinion about, or have the energy to sit myself at the keyboard. That there was a time that I had high hopes for my blog, but now I wonder if all the reading, the posting was worth it.
If we were having coffee, I would let you know that I am an ordained Deacon in the Roman Catholic Church. I would tell you that last Sunday, I baptized three beautiful little babies (Two boys, and a girl), and welcomed them into the Church, into the Body of Christ. How I invited the parents, the godparents, and guests to open their hearts to the miracle that was happening before them; and be aware of the love of God they were witnessing.
If we were having coffee, I would tell that I need to get through this writer’s block soon, because next weekend, I am officiating at a wedding. I will be preaching a homily, and I need to write it this week. I will tell that I turning to the Holy Spirit, and asking her to blow hard and breakdown the roadblocks I have in my head and soul.
As I drain my coffee mug, I would tell you that I am typing this on one of the computers in the parish office. I have a desktop at home and an inherited laptop; both have had long service, and are kinda cranky in their old age. Anyway, I have go back to the church soon, to prepare for the next celebration of Mass.
I hope to be here next weekend, with another cup of coffee.
After the interview, he entered the coffee shop. His mind full of anxieties; his unemployment assistance ended, and savings shrinking. He swore, as he discovered he could not afford a cup of coffee! Suddenly, a little man with gentle eyes, dressed in a brown robe, stood next to him, offering him a cappuccino. They sat at a table, and he felt compelled to reveal his fears to this friar. The friar tells him “Trust Jesus, he will share your burdens! Open your heart!” Suddenly, he feels at peace, he sips the cappuccino, lowers his cup, and discovers he is alone!
(N.B. The cappuccino is supposed to have been named for the Capuchin friars, a branch of the Franciscan Order. The Capuchin friars’ distinctive brown habit was seen as the same color of the coffee beverage.)
(The following post is one of my writing assignments for Blogging Univ. Please enjoy!)
I was in Boston to attend a board meeting of the Massachusetts Bible Society. I was way too early, so I
went to a green oasis in the middle of the Financial District. It is known to most of the workers as the park in Post Office Square, its official title is the Norman B. Leventhal Park. It was not always a park. In the past, it was a rundown parking garage, four stories above the street level, with levels of parking below. A group of public and private leaders gathered the funds needed to tear down the garage, renovate the parking levels below, and create a botanical wonder amidst a concrete jungle.
I went to the local café, paid way too much for an 8 oz. cup of coffee. I sat on the iron bars bench that weaves it way around one side of the park. The calendar may say it is spring, but the air temperature did not feel it. As I sat sipping my coffee, I watched people walking through; some dressed in business causal, others in business suits. I observed who were wearing dress shoes, and who were wearing sneakers. People sat at iron wrought tables, either having lunch, or a power lunch, with papers and files underneath their plates. Some couples sat on wooden benches, cuddling and smooching. As people passed by, I heard financial words, legal terms, and just office gossip. Where they were not gathering was on the grassy center of the park. It was roped off, to allow the new grass to grow and take hold. The trees were beginning to bud; some were wrapped in a muslin liked material, which to this person looked very odd. My eyes looked up further, at the tall buildings that surround this park. Buildings made of marble, concrete, and glass; each containing either business offices, or hotel rooms, or government agencies.
It is in the afternoon, yet the downtown traffic is very light. The sounds of a city at work were not too intrusive on the quiet of the park. I really do miss it here! I got up from my seat, threw my empty cup into the trash, and headed back downtown. I was going back into the bustle, and the noise, to grab a subway trolley to my next destination.