Bethune Catholic

After Mass on Sunday, I remarked to Mrs. Curley how the reading from Job had been particularily appropriate for our recent experiences with the stomache bug at Bethany:

Job spoke, saying:

Is not man’s life on earth a drudgery?

Are not his days those of hirelings?

He is a slave who longs for the shade, a hireling who waits for his wages.

So I have been assigned months of misery, and
troubled nights have been allotted to me.

If in bed I say, “When shall I arise?”then the night drags on;

I am filled with restlessness until the dawn.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle;

they come to an end without hope.

Remember that my life is like the wind;

I shall not see happiness again.

We still have one down, but I think everyone else is through it...