Last month, Peoria Players Theater put on the musical production of Cinderella. While the music in the play was from the original musical version of Cinderella, the script was adapted from the 1997 teleplay that featured pop stars Brandy and Whitney Houston. My daughter Mary Rose played the part of Cinderella in the Peoria Players production. My initial plan was to attend two of the eight performances that were put on, but I couldn’t stay away. I ended up seeing four of the performances.
Last week I told you about the first auto accident injury case that I tried in front of a jury. I won the case despite being up against a trial attorney who had more than 30 years of experience, compared to my two years of experience. I told you about how I was like a fearless teenager who takes risks he shouldn’t take and jumps into situations he shouldn’t be involved in. Because of my youthfulness and lack of experience, I didn’t have any fear of going up against the older more experienced attorney.
Last week I told you that there are two virtues that we as baptized Catholics have that Jesus neither had nor needed. The first is the virtue of faith. The second is the virtue of hope. Our Lord did not need the virtue of faith because He had the beatific vision. He did not need the virtue of hope because he was already in possession of the heavenly kingdom.
Have you ever wondered why Jesus chose to come to Earth during the time of Herod rather than now? Wouldn’t it have been better if his sermons were recorded so all of us could see and hear Him on television and the Internet? Wouldn’t it be a lot easier to convince others to become believers if we could show them online videos of our Lord’s miracles? And wouldn’t we benefit from watching before-and-after videos of individuals who were mentally and physically healed by Jesus?
When I was growing up, I loved building things. My dad bought me my first tool set when I was 7 years old. It consisted of genuine child-sized tools, and included a real hammer, hand saw, pliers, screwdrivers, measuring tape, and a “carpenter’s pencil.” My earliest childhood memories include many instances when I helped my dad or grandfather with building projects.