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Friday, March 04, 2016

The Long, Slow Walk

Entrepreneur Bob was tired. It's not the sort of day you skip to the park with a picnic lunch. Cloudy and cold, it seemed as if the seasons have been arguing over whose turn it is. We didn't talk much, and that was fine by us.

When we got to Mass, I thought I could actually sense the angels during the consecration. As I approached for Holy Communion, I saw a whole row of old people. I let them go first. What a sight we must have been! Like the poor invited to the rich man's feast, because his honored guests were too good to come.

I don't have much to give you, Lord, but I heard there was a banquet.

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