MASS ON THE GRASS

This the Sunday when the Gospel is the story of the farmer who sows good seed and gets attacked by his enemy who comes along and sows fennel tares on top of the good stuff.  Today, God fought back.  We, in San Diego had Mass on the Grass.

One consoling part was that not a soul was carrying a bag of tares.

Next consoling part was that the two babies in attendance made their opinions known, but without an echo chamber, all anyone did was  to smile.

Next consoling part was that the "early morning cloud" phenomenon of San Diego was a comfort assuring element for the hour (9:00 - 10:00) and the post Mass fraternal exchange of peaceful support. 

Next consoling part was that the two young people who participated in the complete Eucharist for the first time have something to retell for the rest of their lives.

Finally, Belle and I want to assure you that these are trying times.

Remember that the 400 years in Egypt were trying times too.

Remember that the Roman occupation was a time of misery.

Remember that Leprosy was a mark of opprobrium for centuries.

Remember the times when Polio claimed lives

Remember that HIV/AIDS remains a mark of approbrium.

Remember the times when our country had "Bozos" in charge.

Remember the times when the USA was respected around the world.

Let me suggest that we all must stay close to God...How?

Patience is the answer:

The servants of the householder came to him and said,
‘Master, did you not sow good seed in your field?
Where have the weeds come from?’
He answered, ‘An enemy has done this.’
His servants said to him,
‘Do you want us to go and pull them up?’
He replied, ‘No, if you pull up the weeds
you might uproot the wheat along with them.
Let them grow together until harvest;
then at harvest time I will say to the harvesters,
“First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles for burning;
but gather the wheat into my barn.”

Patience is the virtue that brings us to the point of solution.
Hey, maybe "Mass on the Grass" is the direction that will bring us to the harvest.

I forgot to implore you all not to cry at my funeral.  Given that, I must say that some of the feedback that I have from you shows me that there was no need for the reminder.