So a few weeks ago we invited a visiting priest from Cameroon and our associate priest from Vietnam, along with another family that love and hang out with as much as we can, to come over and to do a house blessing and share dinner with us afterward.
It was SO great. First the blessing- prayers and a healthy application of holy water in every room of our house, including that dirt-floored dungeon of a basement.
After dinner was tucked safely away, we sat and listened to Father's stories from Cameroon. Stories of hiking 13 miles from the nearest roadway to get to a village that is only accessible by cow trails in order to say mass. He laughed, a hearty, infectious belly laugh telling us about being accosted by a tribe of armed ,strange men along the way. His walking companions were so afraid, trying to make plans about "what to do". That's when Father laughed and said "What to do? Get on your knees so you die praying!". But the armed strange men made friends with them, gave them gifts, and allowed them to continue on their way.
And then one about cats and dogs and the bishop of Cameroon, complete with loud meowing sounds and more laughter. His joyful spirit is contagious and he had us spellbound with his storytelling.
It was a crisp, beautiful autumn night outside. A warm, beautiful autumn night inside.
"Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another; Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord; Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer; Distributing to the necessity of saints; given to hospitality."
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