When we visited in Canada, it was not like another country, but like another world. I’d been to Mexico where people spoke a different language but seemed to be made them same as me.
During that first summer of work, we received a phone call from a guy who was hosting a big family get-together on the next Saturday. Could we come over Friday and clean the place up – make it shine?
Be careful with your words. We never know the effects we have on people around us. Even an offhand remark to your son in the checkout line at the grocery store can make or break someone’s day.
So, I think I am walking in someone else’s shoes. I understand my Father’s loss of will even if I don’t fully emulate him.
“When things don’t go well,” he said, “I leave the room and find a place to pray. Sooner or later god will tell me what to do.” Then he smiled as if I was supposed to accept this overtly religious and silly answer. This is the kind of holy thing that holy men do and, once done, they bask in the holy glow.