CROSSES

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We're packing up and leaving. They say it's going to be ugly. Worse than Katrina. Gustav sounds more ominous...so we won't stick around and find out...

Went to 4pm mass...the homily centered around crosses...the pain and the redemption...the death, then the resurrection. Carrying the cross is always painful...always challenging...always inspiring. There is no other way to carry the burden, but to lift it to a higher level...to the heavens where the winds of grace will guide and glide us to acceptance...to the full knowledge and internal wisdom that comes with the intensity of growing pains.

A category 4 or 5 or anything that brings the winds and the rain and the tornadoes and the floods will bring a myriad of crosses to the multitudes of people who have been carrying their crosses for three years now...too many poor people who are still homeless or hopeless--or sick and tired of being sick and tired. They will survive...they must...

Redemption comes at a high price...in the human equation...but when all is said and done...when the worst is over...and the strong have survived...redemption brings reality to a supernatural level...to an understanding of the gift and the value and the saving grace of the cross...
the suffering is gone...and the memory is forgiving...the soul is renewed and the inspiration is eternal...

Embracing our crosses...accepting our suffering...and receiving our God in the midst of it all...
there is no other encounter or experience or enjoyment that can ever match the joy and the peace and the eternal wonder.

Carry your cross...and watch the wonder of a new wisdom unfold..while the old feelings and fears...fade away...forever.

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September 01, 2008
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I hope that you and your family are doing well.
September 02, 2008
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