Some years ago, I happened to be passing through the church late one evening. As I was walking through the gathering space, I crossed paths with someone who was bringing a donation of food for the parish food pantry. As I greeted her, she said, “Oh, I wish you hadn’t seen me here.” Puzzled by her reaction, I asked, “Why is that?” She said, “I don’t like anyone to see me when I drop off my gift to the food pantry. I love knowing that I make a difference–I just don’t like the spotlight on me. I’d much rather work behind the scenes.”
From the Editor
Thou shalt not covet. Covet? What’s coveting? Covet isn’t a word we use anymore in our ordinary conversations, so what does it mean? Think of lust or lusting. We know what that means. And we know what being acquisitive means and what “commercial Christmas” is all about. It’s all about getting what we want.
Some years ago, I heard a beautiful legend from Africa that has stuck with me. The story is about the struggle between truth and falsehood.
When Jesus went up on the mountain with his disciples and taught them his famous beatitudes, he followed his discourse with a range of other teachings about the Ten Commandments and the Jewish laws of Moses.
Before anyone calls, writes or sends e-mail, let me answer the following very important questions about the issue of FAITH that you are holding in your hands:
No, we have not lost our minds. No, there was not an error at the printing plant.
My grandpa Leo, my dad’s father, lived most of his life in what is now the tough part of the city of Saginaw. The neighborhood wasn’t always that way, though. I remember seeing photos of how it was when my dad was a child. It was the picture of middle America, with neatly mown lawns and well-tended hedges. Front porches were tidy and flower gardens adorned the side lawns. Grandpa’s house was no exception.