As I write this week’s column, everything that has been kept in the parish hall is being moved to other areas. Most of it is being taken to the Faith Formation building found just east of the preschool playground and southwest from the church. It is a building most parishioners don’t even know exists (as it is a bit harder to get to), but it will be used extensively during construction.

By the time you read this, I expect there will be unattractive fencing surrounding the hall and interior demo will be underway.

I remember when the church was recently closed for its remodel. As it began, it felt like it would take forever. The Our Lady of Joy campus wasn’t as beautiful and every parishioner had to make the best of it.

In John 13, Jesus talks about love. This probably doesn’t come as a shock. (He tended to do that quite a bit.) Yet, I think this Scripture might be worth a moment of deeper reflection.

Judas had just left Jesus’ company to betray Him. And Jesus immediately teaching His remaining disciples about love!

Jesus obviously knew what Judas was up to and what fate awaited them both as He said, “I will be with you a little while longer.”

I find it astonishing how easily I get thrown off mission when life throws a few hurtful words or actions my way. I seem to get stuck in the hurt like quicksand as I let it slowly consume me.

I have some kind people who occasionally use the email at the bottom of this column to write in and say very affirming words about the things I’m inspired to write. (As I have a “puppy dog disposition,” it always means a lot to me.) Yet, in God’s monumental effort to get me to heaven, He sees fit to humble me every few months.

During this past year, I wrote a challenging article that some found a bit harsh. It was accidentally printed a second week in a row. I was mortified and fearful someone might’ve thought I did it intentionally.

Let’s need to revisit the fifth chapter of Acts. Around verse 27, the apostles are dragged before the high priest for preaching in the name of Jesus.

"We gave you strict orders, did we not, to stop teaching in that name?”

I can’t help but think of how I talk to my toddler. "I asked you repeatedly, did I not, to stop throwing your sippy cup when the milk is gone?” (She resembles a hard drinker in a pub who smashes her pint glass in the fireplace after chugging it in eight seconds.)

It is a Biblical slap on the hand and Peter isn’t having it.