The Sign of Peace?

So the gospel this Sunday was about the time this woman comes up to Jesus and asks that he cure her daughter from demons or something like that there. She asks for his help and he basically blows her off a few times until finally he cures her and all's well that end's well.

Anyway Father Chris starts his homily and as he often does it makes it very approachable by talking about sports. You see when he was twelve years old his brother took him to a Met's game and he bugged him all game about going down to the parking lot to get an autograph from the players. Finally his brother relented and they go and wait in the parking lot. But most of the players just blew by the kids and didn't do sign or even acknowledge them in any way. One of them started screaming and berating them and telling them to go home. It was very traumatic for a kid. And it was an example of how you can affect other people deeply by your actions. That you should be humble and not full of yourself. It would take such a small effort by some of the players to make so many kids happy. This was long before the industry of autographs and memorabilia and these were real fans.

Now I love to give Father Chris some crap about being a Met's fan as I keep telling him that God is a Yankee fan. It was a very very rainy Sunday morning and there were very few people in Church. So when I was on line to shake his hand as you leave church I got to tease him for a minute.

I said "Sorry that you didn't get that Choo Choo Coleman autograph that you wanted there Father. That's a shame."

He looks around and sees that nobody is near us and says "It was Jerry Grote that Rat Bastard. I will never forgive him."

Some how if the good Father ever runs into the former Met's catcher I don't think he is gonna give him the Sign of Peace.

Just sayn'