Today, I attended evening mass for the first time this year.
A friend decided to have a thanksgiving as part her son’s birthday celebration. I acted like I did not get the invite, but she was unrelenting. So I submitted myself.
I already did my morning meditation on the mass readings for the day, but the homily by the priest made me pay attention to a part of the scripture I had previously glossed over.
What makes reading amazing is how our interpretation reflects our experiences. Books mostly reveal what is already within. The bible is same.
I am thankful for the insights gained by truly listening to another’s point of view.
