Third Sunday of Advent

December 13, 2015


Below you will find a short reflection for today, the Third Sunday of Advent. We encourage you to share this reflection by forwarding this email to others who you think might appreciate it.

Third Sunday of Advent
by Jose Hobday, osfs
In the Southwest, where I grew up, certain places didn't serve Native Americans. One day my mother - who was a beautiful, full-blooded Indian with lovely, long, black hair - and I were shopping. We decided to take a break and go into a restaurant and get something to drink. We sat down in a booth, with a formica tabletop and nice green leather seats. I'll never forget that booth. I'll always remember the name of the restaurant, too, though I won't mention it here. Mom sat on one side of the booth, I on the other. She ordered a cup of coffee and I, a glass of milk.
   The waitress brought my milk, but she didn't bring my mother's coffee. Instead, she went over near the cash register and stood. I walked over to her and said, "You forgot my mother's coffee." She just looked at me, didn't say anything, but didn't bring the coffee either...

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In Christ's peace,


Johnny Zokovitch

Director of Communications, Pax Christi USA

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