Glorious St. Joseph, model of all who are devoted to labor, obtain for me the grace to work in the spirit of penance in expiation of my many sins; to work conscientiously by placing love of duty above my inclinations; to gratefully and joyously deem it an honor to employ and to develop by labor the gifts I have received from God, to work methodically, peacefully, and in moderation and patience, without ever shrinking from it through weariness or difficulty to work; above all, with purity of intention and unselfishness, having unceasingly before my eyes death and the account I have to render of time lost, talents unused, good not done, and vain complacency in success, so baneful to the work of God. All for Jesus, all for Mary, all to imitate thee, O patriarch St. Joseph! This shall be my motto for life and eternity. - Prayer of Pius X

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Breakfast

An entertaining and jovial hour at breakfast this morning. Things were a bit unusual since JR and Adam happened both to be absent the same day, and so Trevor and I started things off on our own.

But quickly the room was filled with six of the regulars, all with hearty appetites. I heated up what was left of the egg casserole from last week and quickly moved on to the rest of the lasagna which we had for this week. (I often feel bad when we have nothing but dinner food to give out for breakfast, but they liked it better than the eggs!)

The ensuing discussion centered on G's story that his uncle once tried to kill a rattle snake with a power saw and only barley missed getting struck. The table was packed full and when W came in too I heated up a second plate of food (one is usually enough). Finally G told us that ever since seeing that snake with his uncle he couldn't pick up a stick without thinking it was a snake. E, especially, thought this was hilarious and laughed over and over again for several minutes, petting Sammie intermittently. Soon E's laughter was funnier than G's story.

Then they started talking of preparing for the rain that's supposed to come for the next three days. Looks to be a cold rain too, if the north breeze this morning is any indication. I gave out a few large garbage bags that help keep the few possessions they have dry. I was sorry to be out of bus passes when a couple of them wanted to go to a place they knew of to get rain coats. Hopefully some day passes will come in today.

It was a sublime view indeed as, towards the end of the hour, I sat back from the group, all still gathered around, and noticed that our latest copy of the Catholic Worker was sitting on table in the midst of them. As things were winding down W picked it up and started reading one of the articles.

1 comment:

__REV__ said...

Wonderful stuff, C! Its fun to read Colin the story teller as opposed to Colin the scholar (thats the one I usually read).

What's The Catholic Worker? a magazine?

REV