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  I’m Not In Charge by Megan Burdolski, Director of Stewardship I am a little bit disappointed to report that I’m not in charge. Of anything. Not really. I can be described as a take-charge individual. I can be bossy. I like to be in control. But, I am not in charge. Nor is President Trump or Doctor Fauci or Monsignor Offutt or Mayor Lucas. I hope that everyone reading this knows that God is the one who is truly in charge. In these uncertain times, we all likely wish that we could have more control over what’s next. Some of us are anxious, or lonely, or frustrated, or disappointed. Some of us are defiant, or worried, or scared, or depressed. Very few of us are truly enamored of masks or social distancing. Most of us do not prefer to stay at home most of the time or miss out on events and activities we had previously planned. Recently, my dad was admitted to the hospital for pneumonia - for the second time this year. Because of the current pandemic, we were unable to even go back

Letting Go by Chris Sanders, Pastoral Associate There was a man many years ago that I got to know very well through RCIA. He was a lanky, tall man with a hearty laugh, kind eyes and a calm soul. Over the course of the year he shared bits and pieces of his faith story that mirrored many others in the class. One night during our session on prayer, I shared with them a simple prayer reflection and handed out the short poem, Let Go and Let God by Laurette P. Burns.   It read:   “As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God, Because god was my friend. Bet then, instead of leaving God in peace, to work alone, I hung around and tried to help, With ways that were my own. As last, I snatched them back and cried, “how can you be so slow? ” “My child,” God said, “What could I do? You never did let go?” There was nothing unique about this poem, it has been around forever. I had completely forgotten about it until right before the Easter