After breakfast

After breakfast I went to the post office to send some books to my son in Kazakhistan. Son belongs to the black and white hoods and needs prayers. Then stopped by the nun and dropped off some material for the ageing that I had picked up at my parish recently. With two elderly parents living in her house now, she needs all the help she can get. She again said that the 9/11 service in our temple was absolutely wonderful. She said that most churches just said a little prayer during Mass. Ours was special. It indeed was.