Sunday, February 1, 2015
Bears sometimes have a hard time getting out of bed. This morning, the Bear was running a little late for Mass. Nonetheless, he eventually trundled downstairs, said Lauds and had a delicious omelet prepared by his mate. Just has he was wiping his muzzle before arising from the table to get dressed, he was surprised to hear his mate say, "Bye!"
There he was in his robe and slippers, a napkin hanging from his paw, as his mate and son drove off, feeling like Humphrey Bogart watching Paul Henreid and Ingrid Bergman fly off at the end of Casablanca.
Now, the Bear had every intention of going to Mass. In fact, he made the heroic effort of actually getting out of bed and coming downstairs for a second cup of coffee. But, the fact remains that he didn't.
In the pre-Franciscan Church, this would probably be a sin. The Bear knew he had to go to Mass, and in fact was looking forward to it. He should have gone to bed early, and not hit the snooze button. Good intentions are not enough.
But Pope Francis would undoubtedly say, "If a Bear is really sleepy, but seeks God and has a good will, who am I to judge?"
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