I continue to offer my ongoing novena to the saint of the impossible for all the many intentions readers have sent me over the past two years. Happily, I have been able to cross some off the list. Please continue to send your intentions and please remember to pray for her powerful intercession on my behalf.
I write this fully aware of my own need to confess often and to not only eradicate sin but also to grow in virtue. No small order, these things. But do them we must. Unlike the false teachings coming out of the Eternal City these past few years – that Christ’s commandments are merely ideals and that we can strive for them but aren’t expected to keep them – I believe Our Lord meant every word of “Be perfect, as your Heavenly Father is perfect.” I believe He gives His grace to poor sinners who call upon His Holy Name. I believe He pities us with tender compassion from His Cross; but I also believe Him when He says, “Take up your cross and follow Me.”
That being said, I was in Virginia this past weekend for a wedding. On my way to the church, I noticed that my rental car was low on fuel. I stopped at the first gas station I saw. My wife and I – we had lived in that area many years ago – immediately noticed the significance of this place.
At the very pump I pulled up to, on October 9, 2002, a 53 year-old man filling his car as I was now, was gunned down by a man hidden across the road in the trunk of a sedan. You may recall the infamous DC sniper attacks. Clearly he had no idea this would be his last moments.
And I don’t share these things because I am morbid or want you to be either. We simply never know when our time will be up and we must stand before Our Judge.
In my travels (to see the Mets); I am also attending a wedding for the son of dear friends in Virginia. In reality, that statement is reversed. I came for a wedding and broke off to go see the Mets. Six of one, half-dozen of the other.
Please pray for this new family – Michael and Maria. May they live to see their children’s children!
On that note, at the reception, an old acquaintance approached me at the cocktail hour and said, “Harvey Millican?”
To this I replied, “Do you say you his of your own accord or have others told you about me?”
We laughed. It’s always fun being “found out” by people you know. He’s been reading me and put it together.
On another note… please pray for my sister. She’s in the hospital with some serious things going on. I do appreciate it.
Taking your teenage son to see your favorite ball team because you’ve loved them ever since they won the 1986 World Series and you passed that love of this ill-fated team onto him ?
That’s called being a good dad.
Watching the New York Mets, go down in defeat in game four of the NLCS in person?
Folks, I got off all that social media nonsense a while ago. Sorry but I'm not on Twitbook, Facepalm, YouHu, WingWang or any of the others. Maybe an event will happen to make me change my mind like Peter and Paul coming down with flaming swords and commanding it be so. Until then, read the blog and if you feel a comment is in order or you feel like sharing a tip or suggestion for a topic, email me at harvey@harveymillican.com.
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