From the Pastor's Desk

Weekly thoughts and announcements from our Pastor, Fr. Tom Lewandowski.

Some Things You Keep!

Some things you keep.  Like good teeth. Warm coats.  They’re good for you, reliable and practical so sublime that to throw them away would make a garbage man a thief.  So you hang on, because something old is sometimes better than something new, and what you know is often better than a stranger.  These are my thoughts, they make me sound old, old and tame, and dull at a time when everybody else is risky and racy and flashing all that’s new and improved in their lives. New careers, new thighs, new lips, new cars.  The world is dizzy with trade-ins.  I could keep track, but I don’t think I want to.  I grew up in the fifties with practical parents – a mother, God bless her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in, then reused it – and a father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.  They weren’t poor, my parents, they were just satisfied.

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. They stayed together through thick and thin.  Their best friends lived barely a wave away.  I can see them now, dad in trousers and tee shirt and mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one’s hand, dishtowel in the other’s.  It was a time for fixing things – a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, a hem on a dress.  Things you keep.  It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.  All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing.  I wanted just once to be wasteful.  Waste means affluence. Throwing things away meant there would always be more.   But then my father died, and on that clear April day I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any “more.”  Sometimes what you care about gets all used up and goes away, never to return.  So, while you have it, it’s best to love it and care for it and fix it when it’s broken and heal it when it’s sick.  That’s true for marriage and old cars and children with bad report cards and dogs with bad hips and aging parents.  You keep them because they’re worth it, because you’re worth it.   Some things you keep.  Like a best friend who moved away or a classmate you grew up with.  There’s just some things that make life important…people you know who are special and you keep them close.   Author unknown