Happy Easter

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.