"LSP, two wild dogs killed my cat, I saw it! They just marched straight up on my porch, shook Baxter like a rag and ran back off. It was the burnished one that did it.
"So if you're going to set up on the porch and go to work you better get out and carry a gun, and shoot the hell outta them! And don't you leave that Blue on his own on the porch, they'll be fixing to kill that poor baby like they did my Baxter."
I know the "burnished one" and his scraggly sidekick. They're a pair of Meth Shack strays who roam the sylvan boulevards of this rural haven, making a menace of themselves. I also know that Blue Ferox could take them even though he's blind, and that they run when I tell them to git! I did not say this to Miss R, I did say, "Yes, Ma'am."
Cat killers aside, Mass went well at the Missions today with everyone in high pre-Lenten spirits. We considered the Transfiguration in the Gospel, and here's a short sermon in the form of a Collect:
O God, who before the passion of thy only-begotten Son
didst reveal his glory upon the holy mount: Grant unto us
that we, beholding by faith the light of his countenance, may
be strengthened to bear our cross, and be changed into his
likeness from glory to glory; through Jesus Christ
our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy
Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
God bless,
LSP
