I think that the dying pray at the last not "please," but "thank you," as a guest thanks his host at the door...
Don't ask me why I chose this passage. Perhaps it's because I'm dead tired. Perhaps I'm trying to be thankful for my crazy, hectic, exhausting life. Or perhaps I just opened up Pilgrim at Tinker Creek to a random page, and that's where my eyes came to rest.
I have been absent for a couple of days from this blog. I have been sick. The bug which has been slowly claiming victims in my house finally claimed me. I will not go into all the ugly details, but I did miss some work yesterday, and I almost canceled my classes. Almost.
Today I was feeling about 70 percent better, despite having to get up at 5 a.m. to dig myself out from a St. Patrick's Day snowstorm. My kids got the day off from school. My wife got to stay home from work because my kids had a snow day. And I slogged through the slush and wind in order be a model employee.
And then, tonight, I spent four hours working on assignments for my online class on teaching online classes. I am getting a little frustrated with my life at the moment. I'm sick. I'm tired. And I see very little relief in sight.
Saint Marty just wants to go to bed and sleep until his life is simpler.