Yesterday was Mission Sunday. The Sunday when a missionary comes to our parish and tells us about their work in Central America or Africa, in the hopes of raising funds towards its continuation. Yesterday was different. Yesterday we heard about our own work, right here in River City.
"The mission work of the parents is to bring their children to church." To raise our children to be faith-filled. I glanced at my young lovelies. None to excited to be in attendance, and who never fail to ask each and every Sunday, "Do we have to go?" Yesterday's question, delivered as I walked down stairs, didn't even solicit a missed step, a word, or a look. But in my head the mother's marquee ran, "Really, will they ever learn?"
My mission is patience. To allow the lovelies to speak their mind, but to not fly off the handle. It is to let them be children with their disinterest and self centeredness and know that raising a child is like changing the course of a juggernaut. That in addition to constant guidance it takes time and patience. (and prayer)