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Dear Friends,

     Unless we are extremely fortunate we all must deal with two realities in life.  Neither are pleasant and are learned at a young age.  Both realities have to do with the disappointing fashion in which people treat us.  One is a crime of material things.  The other is crimes of the heart.  Both involve pain and loss.
    
     In third grade I had to face this rude awakening to life.  It was right after recess and I put my baseball glove on a bench just inside the schools’ front door.  Later, I went to get it and it was gone.  Someone had lifted it!  There was a thief in St. Mary School, I was shocked, appalled, speechless, wracked to my inmost being.  I had worked that glove a long, long time.  Oil, spit and sweat gave it just the right flexibility I wanted.  That mitt was like a hawk’s talons—it caught everything that came its way.  But now, it was gone, vanished, disappeared.  Yes, stolen!!  That dirty, stinking rat.  Sister told us where people like that would spend eternity, I’ll bet his grandfather was one of those guys hanging on a cross next to Jesus.  Never did find it.  Third grade introduced me to the world of crime.

     The other great crime was also in third grade when I realized that Sister Marie Bernice would not leave the convent for me.  I loved her.  Actually I got over that pretty quick because a new girl named Penny moved to town.  I was in love again.  Oh those beautiful brown eyes and bouncing ponytail.  Would she embrace my heart?  After all, I was pretty grown up for eight; and wouldn’t you know it, just as I was about to share my heart with her, they moved.  Just like that.  Her parents were moving to another city already, I knew it was because they didn’t want me to marry her.  It took me a lot longer to get over Penny than it did Sister.

     What a year.  Welcome to life.  I guess all of us experience heartbreak of one kind or another.  Remember?  Thank God that Jesus was there to mend my heart from the scars of crime and love. 
He is there for you too, always will be.

  Fr. Tom

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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