It's all going on in Texas, I tell you. House painting, Diocesan Convention, torrential rain, and endless street parties celebrating the tragic defeat of our faux Latino messiah, Beto. I went to one, it was awesome.
There were lights, food, a German band pumping out Erika and all was well. Good fun and a welcome chance to party after the Diocesan Convention's Mass and a scary drive on I 20.
Then we met again today to conduct the slight business of the diocese, meet old friends and generally get it together. There were lots of video reports, one of which seemed to say that God forgives and also forgets.
How can God forget anything, He's omniscient. I made the point to a friend who thought this somehow "limited God." Long story short, it doesn't.
And here we are back at the Compound, thanking God for His goodness and for survival on the highways of the metrosprawl.
Please pray for our bishop, Jack Iker, who was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer right after announcing his retirement a few months ago.
We fight against principalities and powers.
God bless,
LSP
