On A Mission For Parking

, , , | Hopeless | December 15, 2016

My wife and I are visiting Las Vegas for the weekend. It’s Sunday morning and we are trying to go to Mass, but are unable to drive very far downtown because of a marathon race being run on the Strip and other streets. What would normally be a 10- or 15-minute drive became an hour and a half. I’m having considerable trouble finding a place to park and both of us are in a grumpy, not-very-Christian mood.

The homily is given by a visiting missionary priest. He talks about how in Central America his order was trying to get more children in their schools so they might have a chance at getting out of poverty. They’d even feed the kids twice a day.

This was news to the poor villager parents who would put their kids to work for twelve hours a day, as soon as they were 8 years old, picking through garbage dumps for anything recyclable so they could make a couple dollars. The priest mentions, one boy who found something that still looked edible… and had to fight off vultures for it.

We looked at each other in amazement. We’re getting stressed about Las Vegas traffic, while elsewhere, eight-year-old kids are picking through garbage. What a reality check! We decided to give rather generously to the collection for the priest’s mission.

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