Big Hugs and Wet Kisses

My first encounter with Little Jesus

A. is gone, and the house feels empty. His dad and stepmom picked him up last Thursday and took him to Vermont, where he gets to hang out with his friends for a few days before being shipped off to college in Massachusetts again.

I feel rather sentimental; this is probably the last time I’ve had him home for such a long stretch of time. Next year, he’ll graduate and go off on his own, and that’ll be that.

In this haze of nostalgia and sadness, I guess I may be forgiven, VatiGod, that I’ve been foolishly considering to house a homeless person at my place.

Surely, Jesus would want me to do this. Isn’t that what we Christians are supposed to do—love thy neighbor and be charitable?