Now Enter Into the Home of My Father...

Whatsoever you do, to the least of my brothers... that: you do unto me!

When I was hungry, you gave me to eat...  When I was thirsty, you gave me to drink...

Now Enter Into the Home of My Father... ❣

Whatsoever you do, to the least of my brothers... that: you do unto me.

When I was homeless, you opened your door.  When I was naked, you gave me your coat....

Now Enter Into the Home of My Father! ❣

Whatsoever you do, to the least of my brothers... that: you do unto me.

When I was weary, you helped me find rest. When I was anxious, you calmed all my fears...

Now Enter Into the Home of My Father! ❣

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How's your Easter week* going?  Back hating already, some of ya's out there... ;-)  Truly, you will live longer if you lose those attitudes, my friends.  Nevermind; none of yo bidness! (I swear some people always need someone or something to hate on to justify their own existence.  Sad it's like a hobby, and some can't help but spreading the Hate... oh well, not my bidness.)

** It's Holy Week leading up to Easter; Easter week after... hth if you don't share my faith traditions. No, I'm not a TradCat, it's just in my blood: catholicism come naturally to my people...

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: COMPREHENSIVE, UNIVERSAL

especially : broad in sympathies, tastes, or interests

a catholic taste in music

I sometimes laugh at the young (to me) family men plying their trade in punditry today who cling to the religion like it is only a life-preserver in this modern age for their masculinity:  what they find in the religious practices are often not so much the practices themselves, but the status they think it affords fathers in the family... (They really don't understand yet St. Joseph's quiet and humble, but important role, it seems...)

But then I don't really laugh so much, not only because the converts and newcomers to our traditions get so much wrong, but because a lot of those men were lacking what I had -- a strong father in an intact family home, who provided and protected, and yet gave his children the independence at maturity -- 18 years of age -- to fully live our own lives making our own choices and living our own dreams.   Same as him.

 I am so thankful my father came over from the Old Country back on March 18 in the early 1950s, and made me an American. He was the firstborn, and by primogeniture would have inherited the family land(s), yet he knew post-war that America offered a much brighter future and took the risk and emigrated.  I'm grateful for what he is -- a kind, wise and humble man -- and did, and pity those men who don't really understand you build your life yourself; the Church can't grant you the respect you seek, but only provides guideposts along the way for those still seeking a good life.

"...oceans of (wild) violets in bloom..."

I hope you all have a good Springtime, full of new life and beginnings. It's never too late to turn away from hate and learn a universal love for all things.  Nevermind the shadows and the shadowy people -- they are never around when the sun rises and the light come out.  Be better, stay stronger, and simply... rise above.

And mind yo own bidness!!