Further evidence of God’s sense of humor: I am flying to Columbus, Ohio this coming Sunday to tape an episode of “The Journey Home” with EWTN’s Marcus Grodi.
That’s right. I’m going to hit the Eternal World Television Network Airwaves. (That’s assuming the taping goes okay, which you never know).
I feel my own story would more aptly be titled “The Eternally Wandering Lost Sheep,” but of course I’m honored to have been invited to tell it. I notice my mind this week has been mulling over potential ways to sound wise, deep, subtly subversive (whatever that might mean under the circumstances), and all kinds of other unsavory things best left to those who actually are wise, deep et cetera.
So my plan is to go to Confession Sat. night and let the chips fall where they way on Monday. I’m sure I’ll be my usual semi-incoherent, weepy self, desperate to wedge in a funny line or two. And that will be fine. Let it be done unto me according to Thy word.
As much to the point, as soon as I learned I’d be flown into Columbus and back, I thought, Well what’s Columbus like? Let me check it out. So I did a little research and found they have what sounds like a wonderful river walk, and the whole place is kind of wanderable, and the long and the short of it I will then be staying three days in a dear little airbnb near Schiller Park. (And yes, I will be visiting the Jubilee Museum).
“Greater love hath no man than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” Being open, curious, participatory to me are part of laying down my life. Columbus resident Peg Matthews sent a beautiful note with tons of eating and cultural suggestions, and long-time reader the good Mary Beth Paul, also of the Columbus area, has pledged to pick me up and take me to Inniswood Gardens one day during my stay.
“He who loses his life shall find it.” Because in the laying down, always we are met by those who are laying their lives down for us.