Repent.

 Today is First Saturday, and Helen and I decided that this was the time to make a great effort to accomplish the First Five Saturdays. Unfortunately (and fortunately) the only First Saturday Mass worth going to near us is a Novus Ordo, but the priest who presides is a good and wise man, and for us, it's a Mass we can go to. Benediction at the end of Mass, then confession after. Altar rail and communion of the tongue. This almost didn't happen, considering the sheet of very slippery ice that covered our back deck and driveway, almost preventing us from getting to the car. But we made it happen, and we stayed on our feet. 

The mass today is, of course, Luke 15:11-32, the Prodigal Son. Our Lord speaks of the love a father has for his son, in an intimate one on one way, but God's immense love for us, each and every one of us, not just as a people but me, you, the good and the bad, and his constant call to us to repent, to return to God. And just think about the sins that each and every one of us has committed, how we've turned our back on Our Lord and just went out and did bad things, vile things, but He continues to call us, call us to repent and return to the fold in order to live with Him in heaven. It's pretty much impossible to imagine that love, the how and why of it. And to think that many people don't even believe in God, His Church, His forgiveness, any of it. I am here Lord, and I'm trying hard to hear Your Words and see Your Actions in my life.

Thought • God forgives a repentant sinner faster than a mother snatches her child from the fire. - Cure' of Ars.