A loud bark late one night in 1997 inspired me to ask God to send a watchdog or angel to look after my parents’ van, which I had borrowed.
Peace Be With You
A weekly column offering a Christian and Catholic perspective by native Maderan John Rieping, a graduate of Mt. Angel Seminary who spent 4 1/2 years in formation at Mount Angel Abbey. His website is http://wambly.weebly.com
As one of my part-time jobs, I serve as a security guard. Knocking against my thigh with each step, my heavy duty flashlight hangs from my utility belt.
A fictional little boy who was being punished studied his mother with fascination. Finally he asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, mom?”
Did you hear about the student whose mother had bought him a really cheap dictionary app for his smartphone? He couldn’t find the words to thank her.
The talented musician, Ludwig, wanted little to do with the Catholic Church or its priests, which isn’t completely surprising.
I had parked illegally in downtown Fresno on Memorial Day, but I hoped a 10-minute stop to hunt urban beauty with my camera would be safe enough.
“Grant misery to me, my Lord and my God,” my mother prayed repeatedly Thursday morning. She meant “mercy.” But her dark malapropism didn’t alarm me.