Dear Family and Friends,
It’s 10:30pm and I’m about to hit the hay. Just thinking
back over today, I get this feeling that my life is enchanted or something…
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| before the swamp run |
Maybe it was running across the soccer field for the
umpteenth time, sun shining, wind blowing. Maybe it was leading a group of 20
summer camp boys on our annual “Swamp Run”, a half mile race through mud and
muck and swampgrass. Maybe it was sliding down the gigantic slip ‘n slide
afterwards and watching the boys enjoy themselves.
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| giant slip 'n slide |
Maybe it was accompanying
one of the boys, who has cerebral palsy, as he discovered the bad guys’
ammunition dump(complete with sleeping soldiers!) during a scavenger hunt. Maybe
it was helping defuse a (make believe) hostage situation during that same hunt.
Maybe it was celebrating mass together this morning with five of my brother
priests in honor of a special day in the life of my religious congregation.
Maybe it was telling the boys a nighttime story about one of my favorite
heroes, Blessed José, as they drifted off to sleep. Maybe it was just watching
the wonder of boys as they spent hours shooting each other with dollar-store
water guns.
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| mass this morning |
I'm more tired than I thought humanly possible. I've got more bruises on my body than I can count. But I’ve got a lot to be thankful for. It’s not the life of your
average priest, I suppose, but sometimes, I wonder if I’ll wake up and realize
it’s all been a dream. But it’s not. Thank you God!
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| after the swamp run |
May he bless you!
Father Kevin
