It's Easter. It's Passover. It's the Master's weekend. Truly it is The Master's weekend. If the Masters' weekend is plural (golf) you can hang up now. If the Master's weekend is uniquely singular (Resurrection), you can hang up too. But if this weekend is a conundrum for you, I have something for you. Hope.
This day I did not go to church. I did stand in front of the Holy Eucharist held in repose in my little chapel. I did take half of the precious Body for myself. I left the other half for you.
My day was like all days lately. I spend every waking moment in personal conversation with God. When I am asleep, I put to practice what I have learned in many dream like scenarios. You are included in these. I will meet and interact with all of you eventually in this medium. So many of you look so young and you seem surprised that I am getting old.
Your sharing is so important to me. I carry your worries, dreams, plans with me when I am back awake. They allow me to reach out to you and make you a part of my never ending conversation with God. The things you are concerned with may never have occurred to me. Thank you for sharing your experiences. If my concern for you is seen as an intrusion, I apologise.
You children of the conundrum are my life now. You who cannot decide whether to accept God's presence in your life as a blessing or an inconvenience.
A conundrum is a perplexing riddle usually answered by a pun. My choice of Master's v, Masters' is a poor excuse for a pun. Perhaps it is really something else. What do you think it is?
Fr. Rod
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