No Man is an Island: We Need Community!

Our first community is Mom
and Dad and siblings.

I went to lunch yesterday with five friends -- real friends -- not the faux Facebook kind. Fortunately the restaurant wasn't busy so we weren't keeping our waiter from serving others because we shared and laughed and lamented for almost four hours.

We talked about our children and grandchildren, the tragedy taking place at Alder Hey Hospital with the deliberate move to euthanize baby Alfie Evans, about the insanity of gender fluidity and the failure of the Catholic parishes in Bob Marshall's district to support him in his race against transgender narcissist Dan(ica) Roem.

We talked about the books we're reading and how beautiful the bluebells are at Bull Run Park. We laughed a lot and cried a little.

When I left, I felt like I'd visited the fountain of youth. That's what a supportive community of believing Catholics does for the spirit. Hopefully, we'll get together in June for a rosary lunch.