For the last several weeks I have been without my computer. It is not a new computer, but the computer I use is great and was given to me when a friend got a new one. The computer I am using now is called an Apple computer. It is an incredible machine and every time I turn in on I am mesmerized…until a few weeks ago, when it did not turn on! There is a reason they call it a “crash.” Your whole life stops and you realize just how dependent you are upon the silly thing.
I brought it to be fixed in a local shop where they left it on a shelf for two weeks, so I took it back and brought it to a place called “Geek Squad.” I got it back in 2 days. If you ever need something fixed go to Geek Squad.
Being without a computer for almost a month has caused much confusion and difficulty: scheduling, correspondence and general order have been all disrupted. I could not look up anything or write anything and all my information was lost. So, I must begin it all again. There is a lesson in there somewhere.
I thought I might share an item sent to me by Mrs. Crenny last week in the mail. She got it from her priest friend and wanted to share it with me:
I had a dream, Joseph.
I don’t understand it, but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our son.
They had decorated the house and bought new clothes.
They’d gone shopping many times and bought many elaborate gifts.
It was peculiar, though, because the presents weren’t for our son.
They wrapped them in beautiful paper and stacked them under a tree.
Yes, Joseph, a tree right inside their homes! They’d decorated the tree with sparkling ornaments
There was a figure like an angel on the top of the tree.
Everyone was laughing and happy. They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not to our son.
I don’t think they even knew him. They never mentioned his name.
I had the strangest feeling that, if our Jesus had gone to this celebration he would have been intruding.
How sad for someone not to be wanted at his own birthday party! I’m glad it was only a dream. How terrible Joseph, if it had been real!
– Fr. Gerard Gordon