Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

6 Apr

“Never let your ego get in the way of asking for help when in desperate need. We have all been helped at a point in our lives.”

― Edmond Mbiaka

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I’m giving my Toni’s Extrovert Diaries a rest. A dozen days was enough. I only foresee a dozen more weeks or even months of sheltering in place and going stir crazy. I wake up each day with no alarm, not knowing what day it is. But on Sunday, I set my alarm for 8:30 am, so I can watch 9 o’clock Mass in my pajamas. ( “I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don’t know.-Marx Brothers.) I miss all the hugs and handshakes greeting at the door before Mass.

Today’s Gospel was the very long Palm Sunday reading, starting with the Passover Last Supper, and the betrayal of Judas. Then, the agony at Gethsemane where the apostles fell asleep instead of keeping watch…

He advanced a little and fell prostrate in prayer, saying,

“My Father, if it is possible,

let this cup pass from me;

yet, not as I will, but as you will.”

When he returned to his disciples he found them asleep.

He said to Peter,

“So you could not keep watch with me for one hour?

Watch and pray that you may not undergo the test.

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

Withdrawing a second time, he prayed again,

“My Father, if it is not possible that this cup pass

without my drinking it, your will be done!”

Then he returned once more and found them asleep,

for they could not keep their eyes open.

Later, Judas betrayed Jesus, and Peter denied Jesus three times as predicted, the trial before Pilate, and all that followed up to the crucifixion and burial in the tomb.

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My take on it… through all His agony and torment, even Jesus asked His Father for help and guidance. “If it is possible, let this cup pass from me.” We all need help and guidance at times, and we shouldn’t be afraid to ask. “Your will be done,” demonstrates that our requests may not always be answered in the way we might hope for.

So, participating in the Mass in my pajamas is starting to get a little too comfortable. (I hope that when this is all over that I don’t show up at church in my pajamas!) But, I am happy that I don’t have to miss the rituals, prayers, hymns, and blessings.

Later in the afternoon, I made some phone calls, checked emails, dawdled over Facebook posts, and got to FaceTime with my adorable granddaughters.

The days are all dragging by, and this sequestered Extrovert is going zonkers. But, thank goodness for Sundays. I am truly blessed.

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