We're back from a busy weekend. It ranged from the sublime to the purgatorial.
We went to a beautiful Confirmation Mass for our friends' daughter, "Martha" (a blog-and-Confirmation name in one. How handy.) It was fun to whisper to Ramona during the Mass, "Look! Watch! The Holy Spirit is descending on Martha ri-i-i-ight ... now! See? The bishop's hands are on her! The Holy Spirit is here!" Ramona nodded as if, yes, she could really see this Holy Spirit Person of which I spoke; however, she pointed out to me quite matter-of-factly, she could not actually see Martha's head at that moment, nor could she see the bishop's hands on it.
But, she trusted me when I said the Holy Spirit was present, in much the same way as I trust the Holy Spirit Himself when He says He's present. I know that something supernatural, magical, and powerful is happening, and that a divine fire is being lit. When Martha's sister, our goddaughter, was confirmed, I had the same feeling of exhilaration.
Sacraments. I'm in awe of them.
Who woulda thought that a little bit of oil and the laying on of some hands could do that? Only God could think these things up.
And only humans could think up car lots, which brings us to
Honestly, I think that spending as much time at car dealerships as we spent on Saturday should shave about 13 katrillion years off my time in purgatory. Someone should tell that guy in Council Bluffs, Iowa that sprinkling pennies ("It's your lucky day!") all over the car lot is just about the cheesiest thing I've ever encountered. Ramona came away with a fistful of change but Atticus and I couldn't walk away fast enough from the guy who wouldn't hear the words "reliable" and "used" but instead insisted on phrases such as "buy new" and "finance it."
We made a break under fire and got back to the van just as we saw some other poor, elderly man (he'd actually been inside their sales office, which just might qualify him to skip purgatory and go straight to heaven) walking quickly away from a salesman who was still hounding him, following him out of the office and down the steps.
I'm pleased to report that both the nice, elderly man and the Edmisten family escaped from that dealership unscathed.
The Holy Spirit is here.