Twilight Twitches

fetscherDear Family,
What a week! Eta “graced” us for three days last weekend and left another version of Lake Sebastian. It struck me how threatening Eta seemed at night but somehow wasn’t quite as bad in the day.

But the flooding problems continued to threat-en even as Eta moved north. “Rain bands” is a loaded phrase. As usual I’m writing on Tuesday morning (the 10th) and a flood watch just came in to last until Wednesday night. It said “rain bands” could come later this afternoon. Shall the bark (barque, boat) of St. Sebastian weather the storm?

As I hunkered down last weekend, it came clear that daylight was easier than night when it came to waiting things out. I thought it would have been nice to have Bubba around, but then I realized just as quickly that it would have been one interesting “walk” for him to have to take - with adult friend.

As I was safe and secure, I wondered who was wandering the streets and if they found shelter. Would darkness, not only of night, but of fear add to their burdens?

I hope by the time you are reading this, we’ll have found some answer in our second reading from 1 Thessalonians. Could we possibly have had a better one?

But you, brothers and sisters, are not in dark-
ness, for that day to overtake you like a thief.
For all of you are children of the light
and children of the day.
We are not of the night or of darkness.
Therefore, let us not sleep as the rest do,
but let us stay alert and sober.

Checkbook Christianity or no, I think I need to send a note to the Salvation Army and Camillus House today. OK. I just did.

Keep drainage in your prayers. We are talking to friends about the best way to diminish the lake.

During Eta, Frank Krauser called me to let me know that Bob Romano had passed away on Sunday in Massachusetts. He split his time between here and there. Marilyn preceded him by a few years, and he had some very good friends here.

There is a daily coffee bunch who buy each oth¬er bagels and whatever every morning after 8:30 mass. Bob was one of them. Something I didn’t know was that Bob would call the daily coffee group at their restaurant if he was up north. I wonder if he can make the connection from heaven...

A few weeks ago, I had thought about opening the shutters in the Main Sanctuary. Someone reminded me that hurricane season didn’t end until November 30th. I knew that but was hoping... good thing we waited. Still, the 30th can’t come too soon. Now we pray that the “end of the hurricane season” MEANS the END OF THE SEASON!

It would be fun to have a NON-hurricane party, but between no gatherings and my Irish superstition mode, that wish will have to wait.

We wait together. I am praying that as we move on, each day we encourage each other. I would love to have gotten through a Twitch with-out mentioning COVID-19. That’s an elephant in the room that demands our attention and respect. God forbid he should shift his position when we aren’t looking. Don’t forget to bring peanuts for him and we’ll be okay. If you figure out what any of that means, let me know.

It hardly seems possible that next Sunday we celebrate the Feast of Christ the King, the last Sunday of the Church’s year. Then comes Advent. Thanks to the good people who will help with decorations, especially Scott and Sue Martinez and Ann Murry. Rain or wind, they make it all work.

In Jesus,
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