Hitting the road to Tulsa, in the company of two gifts showing that in three short months the friends I made at my parish understand me far better than those that knew me the whole time I was here
The first is a virgin mary rosary from a woman who remembered an offhand comment that I haven’t had yime yo find a Catholic store to get one. I dont know if she understood that with my conversion I’ve felt drawn to Mary and Augustine, but it definitely earned a lot of appreciation and joy from me. Considering that she’s also the one that threw me a birthday party, I know that if I stayed in Chicago I’d be courting and pursuing her as a wife.
The book is from a man a three years older than me, with a great grasp of Catholic traditions and virtues, who is just now grasping how the societal deviation from them will affect his life and search for a wife. We’ve had a great deal of great conversations, each lasting three or four hours, of challenging each others grasp and understanding of the word. The book will be an extended conversation as I put physical distance between a friendship I suspect will last a lifetime.
I’m feeling prepared