Yesterday, I spent several hours on the road for a couple of pastoral visits. One of our alumni is working through some difficult life issues and wanted to have someone to talk things over with. I mostly listened and encouraged. We can’t take the hurts away, but we sure can be supportive in people’s tough walk through life’s crosses.
I also visited an elderly couple from one of my former parishes I’ve kept in touch with over the years. The wife has been ill and homebound, and appreciated the company. We caught up over a few games of cards with plenty of conversation during the hands.
Today, I saw a few of our students at Easter Mass in Fort Thompson. When I don’t have duties at the school, I enjoy getting back to the Indian reservation communities. At church we had a nice mix of ages, which I often miss when I’m only in the school setting. Many young adults who’ve moved away were back to gather at the homestead with extended family for the holidays.
Fr. Anthony, Fr. Dominic and I all had a hand in preparing Easter dinner; shared in a relaxing way. I don’t cook very often, but when I have the time it’s actually enjoyable. Breaking bread and telling stories … sounds like somebody I know who makes Easter all that it is.