Twilight Twitches

Dear Family,
Over the years, the CHEER of people who make the Emmaus Retreat experience is what you see above: Jesus Christ is Risen. He is Risen, Indeed!
What a great act of faith. Yet that act of faith is the expression and the hope of everything we are, and everything we seek for all eternity.
Our act of faith is important right now. Each of us has had tragedies and fears and unknowns to deal with in our lives, but rarely – if ever – did we all have them at the same time.

As I write early (for the bulletin deadline) on April 3rd, our county has been shut down for eight days, thanks to wise county officials. (I wish the whole state had been brought to closure as quickly.)

Dear Family,
I am writing this Twitch on March 26, 2020. Around holidays we always have early publication needs. So here I am 10 days before Palm Sunday wondering what will be relevant as you read this.

Now I am laughing and maybe crying at the same time, and perhaps for the same reason: who knows what the next ten days will bring? I sure couldn’t have predicted the last ten.

One nice thing to think about is if you are reading this, at least we haven’t blown ourselves up yet.

Dear Family,
Love and peace to all of you!

BASIC STUFF

1. THE OFFICE IS OPEN 10:00 AM TO 12 NOON MONDAY THRU FRIDAY. That could change so call before you come. Don’t come unless it‘s necessary.

2. THE PARISH NUMBER, 954-524-9344, WILL BE OPERATIVE 24/7. If you get a voicemail, it is because I am temporarily “indisposed.” Call again.

3. PUT UP WITH MY SENSE OF HUMOR. I ONLY HOPE IT HELPS YOU AS MUCH AS IT DOES ME. (When this is all over, ask me about why people hoarded toilet paper.)

Dear Family,
How strange it feels to be writing this Twitch and wondering how, when and where you are likely to read it, if at all. I‘m writing on Tuesday the 17th. Goodness knows what will be happening by Sunday. At least I can rely on St. Patrick to guide me with some Irish brilliance – or failing brilliance, good old luck. (I’m extremely prejudiced on my mother’s side. County Mayo is sacred ground, even though there was a time when the rest of the Irish would say, “Mayo! God help us! Probably dates back to the hardships of the 19th century potato famine.)

Still, there is this: