Running From Sainthood

Of this I am sure. I am not a saint. I might have had a chance at it if I had been willing to pray for it, but Mary Pat and I always agreed – “Are you kidding! Why in the hell would I pray for any more suffering than life sends my way naturally?”

I did, finally, pray for it (not often, mind you, but I did do it). It was after I had come to a greater realization of how much God loves me. I can say now that I am as sure of His love as I was of my mother’s (and of that I was VERY sure). So whatever comes my way is fully enveloped in a love that surpasses all understanding and I'm all for that (now).

So if He can get it done in the short number of years I have left, then I am now a willing participant. But to get to this Oklahoman's level I may have to live way, way past 100.