corn | Father Tom Tirman OSM

Well it’s Friday night, it’s a wonderful 55 degrees, and Puddy and I are out here in blogging-mode, and we would be at it if my wife wouldn’t keep remembering things she needs to tell me. I hate to break it to her, but it is futile…..my mind is all fogged up and I probably will not be remembering much! But I really consider it her fault anyway…..she KNOWS I have memory problems yet chooses to tell me stuff in spite of them. Go figure. I just nod my head and act like I am taking it all in. Sure, many husbands do that……I just have a good excuse!

But now we (Puddy and I) are out here alone and can write all we want! We are back from the first women’s lacrosse game of the indoor season, and I am happy to say we did very well. These girls are a lot of fun to coach, and it was great to get out on the field with them again. We will play through February indoors and then the regular high school season starts in March…..next break is JUNE!!

So tonight I just intend to relax. I have a sermon yet to write and a lot of work to do before Sunday, but I know when I have had enough……tonight will be all rest. I have, in addition to the cat, a glass of wine and the hopes of seeing my bed early. Sure it’s Friday night, but if you can’t live into your teenage kid’s stereotypes about old people, then you just risk disappointing them! We are all created in the image of God, but I am sure even the Good Lord knows the value of an early evening…..even on a Friday!

It’s funny, I remember when I thought that life was all about the social parts. I used to think if I wasn’t doing something on a Friday or Saturday night that there was something wrong with me. I see that now in young people, and even in some adults. But there is so much more to life than what we do.

As I type, I can feel and hear the wind blowing the corn in the field behind my house. It keeps my life in perspective and grounded. It’s a beautiful sound. It’s very powerful and moving to me too, more so than any nightclub of my youth or a football game. It reminds me that the All-powerful and loving God who created me, is still there, causing the wind to blow, the sun to rise and fall, and all the other things that make this life possible. How great is that???

Anyway, I suppose we will stop for now and just enjoy the night (actually Puddy, pronounced like “pudding” does not type) for it is quite a gift for us both!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless. I hope you have enjoyed a day full of God’s blessings…..only to be surpassed by the day I pray He gives you tomorrow!

Fr. Tom+

I really was expecting Amanda to be writing this blog tonight, but as I went up and picked up the laptop next to her sleeping, I noticed it was not there. So I guess I am on my own! I do not fault her one bit either. She said she would, but I also knew she was not feeling well. She has a pretty good excuse!

So it is now quite late, and I am once again typing. I am certain if it were earlier I might be able to conjure up something quite spectacular or even profound. But tonight we will just need to go with what we get.

I was out for a bit tonight and did a lot of driving on my way through the country. Driving through tall fields of corn on both sides of the road is something that really reminds me of home. I know that people often define home as where they live, but I also define it as where I grew up. My hometown, though it still exists, has clearly disappeared from how I knew it. Mishawaka, Indiana was a small town when I grew up, but now it must be ten times as large. And Goshen, where I spent many a weekend and summers with my grandparents has changed a lot too. Progress and development doesn’t always mean what people sometimes think it means. I valued where I grew up, and I still do……but progress and development have made those two great places disappear from how I knew them. To me, it is a sad tale.

But when I get out on a country road and drive through the corn I feel pretty good. I roll my windows down and don’t just take in the sights, but also the sounds and the smells. It takes me back to a very important time. And though I have no regrets about where I am at now, the feelings that well up in me as I reminisce on these drives, do my present day self a whole lot of good. They not only give me a glimpse of my past, but they give me a real shot in the arm too. They are truly a gift from God.

I am pretty tired and will go to bed, but I am hoping for a dream about running out in the corn like we did as kids! Those were such great times. And dreaming may be the only way I get to do that again.

My wife has made it clear…….she doesn’t like it when I act like a lunatic!

Night my friends and God Bless!

Tom+

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