#111

This morning, the Bishop came to Mass. He did the 'circuit' of the military stations here in Germany, confirming candidates in to the beautiful Roman Catholic church. He was a pretty cool guy; not that I really got to hear too much of his homily. I was busy fighting with my beautiful, determined two year olds.

After Mass, we had a great lunch at the chapel. Holy smokes there was a lot of food! The cake I made was... ok. Not nearly as good as when my friend S makes it. Father Mc, who is the parish priest at the mil post 40 minutes from here, was also there today. And he cracked me up! He is amazing with kids, and was showing them his magic tricks. When one boy made the comment of 'Wow, he's cool!' Fr Mc said "You should see what I can do with bread and wine!" Ahahaha! I was cracking up! Totally great!

I may not have gotten much out of the readings, less out of the homily, and I didn't receive communion. But I am still glad I went to Mass. I probably would have been more peaceful if I had stayed in bed. But I made the effort to go. And, while I was holding one child in my lap with a steel arm, and giving the other child the evil eye because she had just peed her pants, I was still able to see the beauty in the Holy Trinity and all that they bring to me.

Isn't that what this whole thing is all about?