Happy Mother's Day, Cathy, and Happy Grandmother's Day, too.
Readings:
Acts of the Apostles, 13, 14, 43-52, The Gentiles were delighted.
Psalm 100, We are his people, the sheep of his flock. (excellent stanzas)
Revelation 7, 9, 14-17, I, John, had a vision of a great multitude.
John 10, 27-30, My sheep; hear my voice.
It's a Family Affair, Zoe & Tori lighting our Easter candles with the help of their big sister Georgie. And Buddy reading the Easter Blessing of the Candles.
Observations on Acts
Date: Sometime before the year 70. Why? No mention of the destruction of Jerusalem, which took place the year 70, an enormous date in Jewish history.
Who: The same person who wrote the Gospel of Luke. How do we know. Similarities of style, language (Greek), and theological themes.
Subject: the story of the expansion of the Jesus story in 3 areas, first, Jerusalem, then, Palestine or the Holy Land, and finally, into the Mediterranean and, ultimately, Rome.
Sources, Good News Bible, The New Interpreter's Study Bible, Wikipedia
Another Family Affair for the Offertory, John & Connie & Kevin.
Mother's Day History:
1905-08: Anna Jarvis of West Virginia began this celebration for her mother, Ann, who cared for wounded Civil War soldiers of both sides. She campaigned to make it a national day and in
1914: Woodrow Wilson made it national.
The spelling: always singular, according to Anna.
Hallmark Cards: Anna hated them because she felt you know what.
The Communion Team, Lynda & Tom, Claire & Denni.
The Lord is Good, Psalm 100, Today’s second stanza
In honor of Mother’s Day, I would like to share two stories about my mom and our relationship. Or why she was probably glad to see me get on that train taking me to the Jesuit Novitiate in Grand Coteau. LA.
Both events took place in the delightful Spring of 1957. I was 17 and a junior at Jesuit. Both involve my mom’s car, a light blue, low slung probably ’55 Pontiac sedan.
Sez Buddy, "I'm worn out, Georgie."
So I came home from school one afternoon, wanted to go for a ride, and found that my mom had taken her car keys, which meant she did not want me driving around in her car. I was allowed to drive my dad’s Chevy when it was home.
In those days a person could hot wire a car’s ignition and drive off. Guess what I did. I got all the way on my street, Stanford, to the corner with Preston, a block & a half. Then the tin foil fell off of the ignition and the car died.
While I am trying to rectify this operation, a car turns off of Preston onto Stanford. Guess who was in it. Yep, my mom with one of her bridge buddies. I gave up the idea of going for a ride and returned home to a chilly reception.
The Special Mother's Day Blessing.
The second time I had been given the keys to mom’s car and I went to hang out at a cleaners shop on Preston just south of NWST Highway. A buddy, Jerry, worked there afternoons providing curb service to customers.
Shortly after I arrived a University Police car pulled up next to me and asked me to come with them to the station to be questioned about another of our friends who stole neighborhood cars. I got into the squad car and the other cop brought my mom’s car.
Mother's Day Blessing.
I was questioned about what I knew about my friend joy riding in stolen cars. That was not as scary as it sounds. University Park in those days was a small, middle class village on the northern edge of Dallas. Since grade school we had known the cops by name and they knew us by name occasionally.
The thing that really steamed my mom was that the police had come to the door to ask where I was. She happened to be hosting the afternoon bridge club, the other ladies mostly being moms of my buddies. She was so embarrassed and ashamed. Moreover, what she was mad about was the fact that the cop drove her car to the station.
The Blessing.
I never found out what happened to my car thief buddy. He was with us at Christ the King grade school, but did not go on to Jesuit. I do know he is still alive, living outside of Dallas. Want to know why I thought I was surely going to hell? By your friends shall you be known. But, God is good.
Where are you going?
Bona Responds again, Tom & Bill & Richard, Michelle & Georgie & Bernadette.
Some years ago after I had returned to Dallas in the 80’s and my mother was still alive, she had to go to the hospital for some procedure. The hospital was the one on LBJ near Webb Chapel, called Deadman in those days. 