“Remember how for forty years now the Lord, your God, has directed all your journeying in the desert…” Deuteronomy 8:2
Coffee With Kent
I did something this summer that I’d never done before – attend a reunion at my old high school, Hackett Catholic in Kalamazoo, Michigan. I hadn’t seen most of my classmates for 40 years, so I was very excited. I was also very nervous – afraid I’d forget someone’s name or not recall a memory that I really should have remembered.
A few months ago, someone hit the rear of my parked car. Fortunately, he left a note. Then, a couple weeks later, the front of my parked car was hit. Fortunate again, she too had left a note.
“For where your treasure is, so also will your heart be.” Mt. 6:21
I’ve always enjoyed writing. While I find it frustrating at times, it’s mostly a simple, honest pleasure for me.
That was my experience when I was writing my book of reflections, Finding Your Posts. I know it’s not deep, transformative literature.
One of the strange and beautiful things about being Catholic is connecting to the dead. All Saints’ Day. All Souls’ Day. November is even set aside as “Pray for the Dead” month. It’s probably strange for those on the outside looking in. But, to Catholics it makes a lot of sense.