Realizations on an Early Sunday Morning

In preparation for this year's 'Yet Another Climb' I jog. I still suffer from the unburned calories from last Christmas. Hey, I'm as lazy as can be but for the coming event, I have to physically prep myself because for the most part I'll be in the company of boys este men. No sireee, I'm not going to be the one who'll slow them down. However that is not the reason why I was suddenly inspired to log on today.

This morning, after jogging. I heard mass. There I saw a man enter the church during communion. He had unkempt hair, he was wearing raggedy clothes, there was a tattered backpack on his back, he was clutching a small book with a religious image on the front and he had no shoes or slippers on. I realized that he who could have been a crazy man, remembers God while I who is thought to be sane only remember during Sundays or when times are tough. Who is saner? I make it a point to hear mass every Sunday but I have not received Holy Communion for I don't know how many years. How can I when at the turn of my head I see 'daters', or texters or gossipers or 'models' and not church goers. I get mad because my seat mate is doing sweety sweety with his partner during mass. Hello we're not in a park. I get mad because the person behind me keeps on texting. I mean, can't you set aside an hour where you're fingers are at rest? Then I looked at myself and I saw that I turned into one of the types of persons I don't like, minding others instead of minding myself.