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The Sacrament of Everyday Life
The other day I had the most pleasant moment. A man was outside mowing his lawn and I got hit with that pungent smell of fresh cut grass as soon as I opened my door. Then I remembered my dad. He would spend a warm Saturday morning cutting grass. Usually, we would have the windows open and could hear and smell what he was doing. My mom, in our little yellow kitchen, and gospel music blaring in the family room usually meant it was time for us kids to wake up and be productive. I would peep out the window and see my dad. He wore his hat tipped up…