
My father was kind enough to take me to Mass at St. Christopher's on Sunday but he did not attend the Mass himself. He went to a museum with exhibits on Walt Whitman and Where the
Wild Things Are.
Before Mass we went to Holy Innocents on west 37th st to light a candle. I lit a candle in front of the statue of St. Lucy with golden eyes. I gave a dollar and prayed for the restoration of Julian's eyesight and for general intentions. Then we went to Saint Agnes on east 43rd st. My father sat down in a pew during Mass and I went over to the statue of "The Little Flower" and put in 2 dollars. I lit a candle, a real candle, not an electric light, and prayed for whatever intentions the Blessed Mother had in mind. It was a good day.
After prayer was over there was a street fair where they were buying and selling (on Sunday, not good [though perhaps they were just pretending to buy and sell, you can never be too sure]. ) and they had music. There was a band with a saxophone and they were playing "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd. Google told me it was written by Roger Waters.
While listening to the music a seemingly homeless man with the prettiest blue eyes, like Saint Benedict Joseph Labre, came up to me and asked for some food. I was feeling generous, so I gave him my leftover half of a sandwich and french fries I had from when my father and I ate lunch at Scotty's Diner (on Lexington Avenue) after Mass. I hope he enjoyed it. Giving food to the poor beggar was like giving a tithe to Christ. Help out however you can. They say you shouldn't give homeless men money because they will spend it on drugs or alcohol or cigarettes. But you can give them their daily bread. They say Saint Francis would only eat the black hard crusts of bread that people would give him, but to him that was the finest of delicacies as "Lady Poverty" was the most beautiful woman. To me the most beautiful woman in the world is probably Cecilia. She is really pretty. I met her at Church.
Saint Martin of Porres, pray for us.