Sunday, March 27, 2016
There was a time when Easter was just another Sunday for me. I was in that period of time, a single bachelor, living on the wild West Coast in the town of San Francisco. Easter Sunday mass was not in my plans if I had any plans for a Sunday. What was worse is that I did not miss it. How I got from there to here is pure grace, a gift. I was the kind of guy who backed into the good when the bad looked like the jumping off point. I "wanted" a spiritual life, but then I wanted a Porche. Now and again, this being Northern California, I sensed God in nature but I did not stay around long enough to listen, should God have anything to say beyond, "Here I Am!" Friends who knew me when, would be surprised that I will celebrate my 73rd birthday tomorrow. Miracles are everywhere.