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  Saturday – 11 th Week in Ordinary Time Gospel – Matthew 6:24-34 What, Me Worry? Church of Holy Sepulchre, Jerusalem I can be such a grouch! I am a worrywart!   I worry about the health of my mom and sisters. I worry about every little ache and pain that Ginger experiences.   I worry about Jaime, Josh and the boys!   I worry about the future of the country and the world!   I worry about last night’s rainstorm and tomorrow’s heat and humidity. I worry about driving on unfamiliar roads and separation from friends.   I worry about places torn apart by war and poverty and hunger.   I worry about what happened yesterday and what might happen tomorrow!   Pick a day, any day!   And I promise you we were all worried about something or someone!   And yet Jesus tells us in today’s Gospel not to worry!   He tells us that there is no need to worry about anything!   Seriously?   Is that even possible for any of us?   Do ...
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  Friday – 11 th Week in Ordinary Time Gospel – Matthew 6:19-23 Hidden Treasure Along the Jordan River Many years ago on a Christmas morning, I sent Ginger on a treasure hunt for her present.   She scurried from room to room deciphering clues as she went along until she ended up right back where she started – in front of the Christmas tree – where she found her treasure – a gold necklace.   And me?   I just sat back and watched the madness unfold!   Yeah, I know, a bit corny, but it was fun.   But even back then all those years ago, I knew the real treasure wasn’t any gold trinket or Christmas present.   The real treasure was (IS) Ginger; it’s our loving relationship.   That is where my heart is!   And it still is! We all have something we truly treasure!   Maybe it’s that first car, that favorite toy from our childhood, our best friend, that once in a lifetime memory or the love of our life.   Whatever and whoever it is, w...
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  Thursday – 11 th Week in Ordinary Time Gospel – Matthew 6:7-15 It’s All in the Name Chapel of St. Joseph, Nazareth Ever notice how a name, what we call someone, speaks volumes about our relationship with them.   Sometimes formal and aloof, sometimes affectionate, sometimes comical and relaxed.   When I was little, I always called my father “Father”.   It was formal, respectful and reflected a very proper sort of relationship.   It reflected my view of him as a rock, steady and strong.   As life went on, though, that relationship changed and I began to call him “Dad” and our greetings always included a warm hug.   One regret I have is that my dad never had the chance to enjoy being a great grandfather!   He would have been awesome!   I can just picture him with Tyler or Nate as infants, rocking them on his knee, holding them up high like an airplane or passing on his unique sense of humor.   His pride over watching them perform...
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