Most exciting sporting day of the year, my friends.
Why do you tarry here? You should be watching ESPN.
(I do not approve of playing hooky for the ridiculous NCAA tournament. But for the Big East tournament? Um…)
…I don’t see how we can find fault with Mrs. Zebedee. When the Lord originally summoned her sons to go with Him, she let them go. They left home, and no one knew if they would ever come back again.
When the mother came to Christ, she approached Him with admirable faith. She acknowledged that He would reign one day as king.
What loving mother doesn’t want her children to succeed? What Christian mother doesn’t want her children to succeed in getting to heaven? May they reign with You, O Christ. May they be close to You, closer than anyone else.
What mother doesn’t go to the Lord every day and make this very request for her beloved children?
What kind of priest would I be if I didn’t pray every day that all of you would be on Christ’s right hand in the kingdom of heaven—with all my dear parishioners who don’t know how to turn on a computer on His left hand?
But the Lord laid down a condition. Be baptized with the baptism with which I will be baptized. Drink the chalice I must drink. Submit to the will of the Father. You want to get to heaven? Don’t worry about where you will sit when you get there. You will sit where the Father wants you to sit.
Don’t worry about when or where you will sit at all. Worry about where the people who spend all day on their feet will sit. Offer your favorite chair. Stand up and wait on someone who spends the day waiting on other people.
Just stand up and take care of everyone in sight. The Father will let you know when to sit down.
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