Curled up all cozy in bed on a rainy morning hitting snooze is fantastic until you realize that your "maximum snooze of 7:45 to get out of bed time" has past and now it is 7:50. If you aren't in your car in 5 min. you will be late...eek! So you quickly grab your contacts, put them in while going the bathroom, wash your hands, brush your teeth while making your bed, dump the dirty laundry basket out (which you were meaning to do today anyhow) grab rainy-day jeans, old chacos, t-shirt and comfy sweater.
Great, you think, you still can make it to Mass on time, except you were going to take the recycling afterwards and so have to put it in your car, and there's the trash to take out, and since you haven't taken recycling in almost 3 weeks there is an excessive amount which needs two trips to carry. Still, you throw the first load of recycling in the car, dump the trash in the dumpster and start to head upstairs to grab the last of the recycling.
But then you hear it.
The bells.
Tolling 8 o'clock.
Well, you start to pray the Angelus in your head hoping by the time you finish you too can be close enough to the Church parking lot and join them for all of Mass. You of course kneel at "the Word was made Flesh" at the bottom of your stairs with load numero dos of recycling in hand when you realize you are definitely going to be late. You throw the recycling in the car, close the trunk, hop in the drivers seat, throw the lights and windshield wipers on and pull out of the parking lot, moving quickly but still driving carefully, catching all the stop lights, you know you are late, but hopefully won't miss the first reading.
As you pull in the parking lot, observing the badly done parking job of a large white SUV making it hard to whip around in "your spot," you park further away from the door, not looking forward to the extra rain-drops you are about to be pelted with walking the extra distance to the door you are late to walk through.
But then you notice as you reach out to open the glass door, there are a few men talking by the entrance. You think to yourself, "Don't they know Mass is going on? Why are they not in the Church? Did something happen to someone medically; did the building fall apart?" And then you hear and see.
Father is Late! YES! God, You are so good; when I am running late you waited for me to get there.
