Couldn’t think of anything to blob about this week. Sometimes the well runs dry.

But then, during the homily at Mass today, our pastor was saying how his sister is engaged and she and her husband-to-be have been taking a class getting them ready to get hitched.

His sister told him how during one session, she was asked what a sacrament is. After 16 years of Catholic school education and catechism study, she demonstrated her erudition by drawing  a blank. Duh! And, come to think of it, so did I.  A sacrament in our church or in any other faith, is, well, it just IS.

According to the dictionary though, a sacrament is: a Christian rite (such as baptism or the Eucharist) that is believed to have been ordained by Christ and that is held to be a means of divine grace or to be a sign or symbol of a spiritual reality. 

Father Lou went on to talk about how to define a sacrament. But then he said  “Well, it’s also been said that an easier way to describe a sacrament is that it’s really just God’s way of saying ‘I love you’.” 

Like after every Saturday 5 o’clock Mass, Susy, Matt and I started our journey home in the car at 6 P.M. We were accompanied all the way by this sunset. It seemed like just another love note. Thank you, God.