During Lent, I’ve been contemplating a statement by Paula D’Arcy, “God comes to us disguised as our life.” If this is true, then nothing in the past, present, or future is insignificant or without divine purpose. Pondering this statement has dug up memories of all sorts.
As a kid, my mom woke us up for school by calling, “Time to get up. Let’s go!” If we didn’t obey, she’d start singing, “Good morning little yellow birds, yellow birds, yellow birds and how are you today?” Annoyed, we’d get out of bed groaning, “Ma! Stop!”
