Twice. Once for Christmas, and once for Sunday.
This Sunday’s gospel was the one about Jesus getting lost in Jerusalem and his parents finding him in the temple. An ordinary, everyday scenario that might be familiar to any family— the anxiety of separation, the relief when finding your child mixed with the desire to backhand the little snot when he cops a ‘tude.
The priest gave this great homily, talking about how most people aren’t destined for grand religious gestures, but rather live out their faith in a more mundane everyday way— by being generous, compassionate, kind, patient, and humble in everyday life. I love that. That’s my Catholicism. The right winger Catholics can take their their abortion-mongering, gay hating, co-opted religion with a political agenda and shove it. I ain’t interested in bending the world to God’s supposed will through political force. I’ll focus my efforts on the small everyday virtues, thank you very much.