To the North Richland Hills police officer who directed traffic in front of St Johns Church this morning…in the sweltering heat.
To the young Downs Syndrome man, who after giving me my church bulletin, took my hand and kissed it.
To the parents of that young man, who's affections for each other, shows through their son.
To Fr. Tim, who was able to shed some humor on an internal power struggle in our church.
To the Bastard Jr. for having lunch ready for me when I walked through the door.
Life is good, thank you Father, for your mercy.