It’s never a good idea to assume anything. After leaving church today, the opportunity came up to follow through on my own advice. So I did.
During the priest’s sermon, he read a poem that struck a chord with me. It had a theme with the word, anyway, repeated throughout the piece.
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As I exited the church, Father Joseph was greeting parishioners so I asked him who wrote the poem. “Mother Teresa” he replied. My eyebrows went up, I nodded my head in agreement, smiled, shook his hand, and drove home feeling really good about the service.
As Paul Harvey would say, now “the rest of the story.” Continue reading
