For the past two Memorial Day weekends, I’ve found myself in a melancholy mood, tinged with homesickness. Last year, I flew home for my dad’s 70th birthday party then found myself leaving before the party ended so that I could make it back to New Haven in time to preach on Sunday. I wrote my sermon on Saturday morning, after checking to see what my stepmom needed help with. Sunday morning came & went and my sermon about The Magnificat, Mary’s song of praise to the Lord in Luke, seemed to land just fine.
Auntie will be on the grill.