You know, Padraig, the word, deacon, translates servant. It's interesting that my middle name bequeathed to me by my parents is, Stephen, who was a deacon and the first martyr of the Church. Today, I attended my first daily Mass in over three months. Afterwards, I helped Father as in months past by replacing altar candles, putting away cruets, and even vacuumed the sacristy that appeared to have not been tidied up for some time. Perhaps the sacristan is on vacation? Anyway, no one noticed, and so it should be. I even stopped at the local grocery store and spent some time observing Geralyn who was involved in one of her 3 5-hr. shifts. Today she did not notice me and I did not disturb her rhythm. Now I can expand my activities; tonight, I will close a 6hr. period of Adoration with Benediction and by spending the final hour with our Eucharistic Lord. Home visitations and preaching the next 2 weekends will reincarnate my normal schedule. My conclusion: the world doesn't revolve around me. I'm a dispensable servant, but God's servant none the less.
Well, I must admit she's got a sword in her hand. I hope as of right now, she's not pointing it at me!
