I read In Conversation with God. Every day. In theory, anyway. I always fall off the Conversation wagon, then get back on. Sometimes I fall off for days, sometimes for weeks. Last week, I stopped reading on Tuesday and didn’t get back to it until Friday afternoon, after the decision had been made to take my father off the respirator. That day’s meditation: “A Christian Outlook on Death.”
On my way home Saturday (my father had been airlifted to a hospital three hours from my house), I decided to listen to the most-recent Sunday Night Live podcast (10/25/2009) on my iPhone. I used to listen to Benedict Groeschel all the time. I hadn’t listened to him for months, but decided to listen to him since he’d recently had a stroke. The subject of his talk: death and the resurrection.
In light of the situation with my father, I was struck deep when I opened the Conversation meditation Friday afternoon. When I heard Fr. Groeschel start talking about death and resurrection on Saturday, I just weakly smiled.
My father died Saturday evening. For now, there is no eudemon in my world. There will be blog posts (Dad was a daily reader), but don’t count on much.Bookmark it: del.icio.us | Reddit | Slashdot | Digg | Facebook | Technorati | Google | StumbleUpon | Window Live | Tailrank | Furl | Netscape | Yahoo | BlinkList
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