And more thanks

Special thanks for the new children this year. There is Tyler, who has a very round and yummy face [with hints of Thailand in his smile]. There is Lilly who is being raised by two of the nicest folks you will every meet. There are many more in the St. Therese family.

Special thanks for all the hard working parents, who at times never seem to catch up. Yet they always manage to generate a smile for their children to fill them with love and hope. Let them believe their patience - even when they feel as if its run out - is infinite, because Our Father is infinite with granting us all we need to love and care for our children.

Special thanks to the many 'little' businesses which provide us an oasis from the grind of consumer driven America. These merchants put their heart and soul into what they do; and it shows with each of their offerings. They are the backbone of our economy; not that different from the laborers of our past, the farm working elders who paved a road to prosperity for their children.

The game hens are in the oven; the ginger bread cookies have been iced. We all feast in love. Con paz.

frank

Every meal has a name

It's kind of funny how Thanksgiving places so much attention on the meal; the sit down with whomever to eat whatever. Yet every meal has a name, and that name is "thanks". We try to say "thanks" with every meal; it's a gift we didn't have before breaking bread and it feels better when it's over.

If I had to give it a different name, might call it praying. Isn't eating like praying? Isn't every bite like reading divine wisdom? You know when it's entered your body, your soul.

What do you call it? Con paz.

frank

A view from the sky

Last week's homily at St. Therese was just the kind of cozy message my heart needed to hear. Father Harbaugh essentially turned the church into a large living room and then shared his perspective on the parable of the talons [sp?]. Our Father gave us a life; what are we doing with it? Or how are we giving it away to serve those in need.

With this I invite all of us to consider thanksgiving thoughts, which if your comfortable with the blogging you can share here.

I'll add my personal thoughts on thanksgiving over the next week. One thing I want to say right away is how fortunate I feel being raised by Guadalupe y Simon, on the farm in Sunnyside. Check out this link to see what the farm looks like today:
http://virtualearth.msn.com/default.aspx?cp=46.345912|-120.013215&style=h&lvl=17&v=1


Con paz,
frank