It's the feast day of St. Francis and we had a beautiful Mass at school today. Father Randolph, our priest at St. Charles, is a Franciscan. It was nice to see him in his brown robe. The last time i had seen that was back in Assisi during our pilgrimmage.
And that got me thinking, "Man, I really miss Assisi and Europe."
I miss being in holy places and experiencing God. I miss the foreign lanugages and new sights and absorbing new things. When Fr. Randolph started describing Assisi and the mountains and St. Mary Major where St. Francis died, I couldn't help but get emotional inside, remembering that "Wow, we saw those places with our own eyes...we walked on holy ground." And that was an overwhelming thought.
Speaking of being homesick for Europe, I'm also really homesick for home. For Seattle and California. For my family. For my friends.
For gifts of generosity and sincerity, authenticity and selflessness, openness and welcomeness... gifts that showed me God... gifts that were manifested through my family and friends...
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