Welcome faithful readers and newcomers to this blog. God’s blessing be upon you as it has been on me demonstrated by you to me and through me to you and to others. I am because you are and you are because of me- ubuntu.
Blogging at an even later hour than yesterday, which I thought, by the way, to be at least the end of time itself. I’m still not sleepy either because of the steroids but, I think by the healing energy my visitors have shared with me. That is priceless and I treasure all who visited in person and through phone calls and messaging have reassured me of their prayers for me to Almighty God, to our Lady of Walsingham, patroness of my Benedictine Chapter, to the Archangel Raphael and the whole company of heaven. I humbly say, “Thank you.”
Every caller a very special person in my sight, the topper of the day might be Fr. Jonathan Folts, our bishop elect, who is working in the Diocese until he’s ordained bishop in November. He is doing exactly what I had hoped for when he was elected. He is showing me that by spending his time with the clergy and their families. He must get to know them because he has clearly understood that the bishop has to be the pastor of the pastors. They and their families are his “parish” and he is not the pastor of the entire diocese.
Too many bishops in these “modern” times feel their calling as CEO’s of the diocese and forget that their clergy families are clearly left out to seek their own counsel and guidance. Then they wonder why the church continues to lose her direction and all does not turn peachy-
keen because they followed all the rules from the CEO handbook excepting the rules from The Book.
Getting back to the story of the day. Father has phoned this old, retired, sick priest who may make it to the day of father’s actual ordination as bishop every day and made the promise that he would see me on Friday and we would receive Christ in Holy Communion together. And so we did. We had a wonderful visit and I feel he is truly committed to my care as to all priests in his cure. Thanks be to God.
Anything else happen. Yes, I had the second infusion of chemotherapy, had excellent visits with all the physicians and nurse attendants. The attendants have all been bright, young, thoughtful and compassionate learners who seek this assignment because they are training to become chemotherapy assistants and administer this healing gift of God through them. They are missionaries, and will simply by their caring actions disperse this gift to others. Thanks be to God.
Oh, by the way, I arranged for help in cleaning my house on a regular basis, thought of a way to finally get the garage emptied out without my involvement in the activity therein and well on the path to finding my cancer insurance policy through Aflac and finding out what it’s value is to me. I paid for it automatically by electronic withdrawal for many years. I evidently fell for some salesperson’s pitch at one point never thinking that I would really get cancer! hah, the best laid plans…, had a great FaceTime with a great friend far away, and so much more. It was a blessed day and I never had time to take my friend “iv” for a stroll in the hall. When the oncologist comes in tomorrow that’s the first question on her list. Did you go for a walk? I will flunk oncologization. Sorry, I was too busy being ministered to! Promoted, yes. Why? I submitted to healing by hearing it from those who cared.
Bless you all.
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