Mass On The Beach

Last night we attended Fort DeRussy's Mass on the beach. The visiting priest (he may actually be stationed here again, as he has a small place somewhere nearby) was one of the priests at MCCW WorldWide conference in San Antonio. Father Joe! It was wonderful to be able to thank him (again). Mass was lovely. We all sat on bamboo/grass mats and had Mass. There was a traditional hula after Communion . . . it was tasteful and, well, we are in a region where "liturgical dance" is acceptable. I'm not in white-bread America anymore . . . but it's okay. If anything in the past couple of weeks I have learned that one must just allow oneself to accept what's going on in the moment. I do not mean this loosely. I mean that I can't help it that we are without all our belongings and an address. Not this very minute. We are working toward that . . . we know in a month or two or three, we will be living in one of those lovely houses on post . . . we drove by them yesterday and now we are all praying hard!! For now, we are enjoying our resort then we will be living in a furnished place - we hope! - that will be more than our monetary allowance in our regular pay . . . but, whatever. We are doing our best and "this to shall pass". There is always another day to look forward to, so live today the best you can.

It's hard. I won't lie. But I know it's hard only because we are "homeless". Once I have my arse on my own sofa and the walls surrounding me are "mine" . . . well, I'll finally feel I'm at home. I know this is coming.

I won't let it not coming today break me. I am going to let God control and just allow the Aloha spirit to float in and out.

May God richly and thoroughly bless your Sunday - and may He allow your senses to be open to recognise it.