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Semper Gaudete!: Homily 10-26-2010 - Fr. Wade Menezes, CPM - Feria




Semper Gaudete!: When Things Go Wrong on the Computer

When Things Go Wrong on the Computer

Some, but not all, of the following "computer oys" have happened to me.
Have you ever sent an e-mail, or posted something on a message board, in the heat of anger, and then, when it was too late, said to yourself, "What was I
thinking?"
When that happens, it is time for (cringe cringe cringe) Operation Apology. And crow is NOT the
most savory dish in the world.
Have you ever sent or posted something that was taken the wrong way because you didn't include a
smiley?
Have you ever corrected somebody's spelling on a message board, only to find that your own post contanes more than one glaring eror in speling?
Have you ever been in the middle of writing something absolutely brilliant, sparkling, your best work ever.... and the computer crashed?
Have you ever sent something meant for just one
person to everyone on your group's e-mail list? Nine out of ten times, it will be something extremely personal, something you did NOT want to share with
the whole group.
Sometimes, however, this can turn out to be a good thing, because it is then that you find out who your real on-line friends are.
Has your cat ever walked across the keyboard while you were looking at your shopping cart, thereby placing an order for you?
For multibloggers: Have you ever posted something to the wrong blog?
If you can answer "Yes" to any of these questions,
then all I can say is "Welcome to the club!"
Of course, the up side of these computer mishaps is....
they make great blog material!

Homily 10-26-2010 - Fr. Wade Menezes, CPM - Feria

I always watch Mass with the captions on, because of the
traffic on my block. It can get LOUD, and that is an understatement.
Today, though, there was no noisy traffic, no trucks, no horns honking, so I HEARD
Fr. Wade's homily, and it was well worth hearing! Fr. Wade spoke several times of Jesus
as "the One sent." The caption, however, read "1¢"!
Now that I think of it, there is some material for meditation here!
"1¢". Little things. The widow's mite. Faith the size of a mustard seed.
We can never measure how much God can do with our small, seemingly insignificant actions.
I touched on this several weeks ago.
Semper Gaudete!: Little Things

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Semper Gaudete!: Family News.... WOO HOO!!!!

Family News.... WOO HOO!!!!

My niece, Kristy Verdi, was pregnant; due to give birth any day.

A few minutes ago Mom and I were looking at some old photographs Mom had

recently found, and... this is so cool... just when I came across a picture of Kristy

{we called her Kristy Lynn back then} as a little girl.... the phone rang.

It's a girl, 6 pounds, 8 ounces.

I'm typing with a BIG smile on my face!

What wonderful news to end this week's blog posts with!

This Might Surprise You

This is adapted from at least one of my older blogs.
Time to reveal a bit more about myself. 
I am a middle-aged {I've never really liked that expression, because to me middle-aged is half as old as one is GOING to be} single woman. I still live with my mother due to a physical disability. We have separate apartments; mine is downstairs, and Mom's is upstairs. The computer is upstairs.
I have poor eye-hand-foot co-ordination, and a perceptual-motor problem, and am a non-dyslexic dysgraphic. I was reading at an early age, but I still can't write legibly. How many times was I scolded by my teachers who thought that since I read so well, my sloppy penmanship was due to carelessness and laziness? "She's just not trying!" {In fairness to them, I should point out that in those days, most people were unaware that my particular disability even existed.}
What does poor co-ordination mean? The best way I can explain it is this: (And remember, my medical training is non-existent!) My eyes work fine,  my hands work fine, and my feet work fine.
Now, imagine that my eyes, hands, and feet are students in a classroom. Individually, they are
excellent students (I suppose that, in the case of my eyes, I should say excellent pupils.) However,
put them together in a committee, and they do not work well together. 
My poor co-ordination also gives me a problem with my balance. I can walk quite well in my own home and my own yard, where I don't have to worry about people in a hurry pushing into me. So I only go out and about if I have someone to hold on to. I do use a walker from time to time, but I have to stay on my own block even then; the traffic is too dangerous. For one thing, some drivers go
BACKWARDS on our one-way street!
Another aspect of my perceptual problem is that I cannot see where things are in relationship to where I am. I can see WHAT it is, but I won't be able to point to it accurately, nor can I tell what other people are pointing to.
I remember being very confused, very puzzled many, many times because I saw the teacher pointing to me when, in reality, she was pointing to one of my classmates, and vice-versa. I can't remember how many times I was scolded for calling out, or for not paying attention.
Once I was diagnosed, however, I explained my problem, and requested that my teachers call on me by name.
I was also one of the kids some, though not all, of the other kids picked on and called "REE-tard!" Of course, I very well might have acted the same way, had our situations been reversed.
After I had become a Catholic, someone told me that Purgatory would be much worse than anything that happened to me in school.
I responded, "No, I think it will be better, because it will be FAIR. I won't suffer anything I don't DESERVE in Purgartory, and I won't be confused as to why I am there."
And as I type this, it occurs to me that Purgatory won't only be FAIR; it will be MERCIFUL, because God is merciful. I'll suffer in Purgatory much LESS than I deserve.

Muslim blasphemer dances on the high altar at the Florence Cathedral

Muslim blasphemer dances on the high altar at the Florence Cathedral

This calls for prayers of reparation.