: About Me

When a Priest came in my hospital room and asked if I would like to receive the body of Christ on a daily basis, I agreed. Why not? I needed all the help I could get. He explained that he would say the "Our Father" and I could join in as best I could and then he would administer the Body. As he began the prayer, I started thinking about what a bizarre little scene this was -a Priest, my mom and bedridden me bowing my bald head, clasping my skinny hands and hoarsely whispering an extremely slurred version of the "Our Father". I was mildly amused and chuckled to myself. My mind then drifted ...