Updates

After a week in the hospital, we had a visiting priest, Fr. Rick Nagel, who did a great job. See last week's comment.
Yesterday, we had a missionary priest from New Guinea. The message hasn't changed from my childhood. We are all missionaries by virtue of our baptism. We share in the mission by praying, by giving and by otherwise supporting. It brought back memories.
My first memory of joyfully giving was in grade school. Sister -- I forget who -- was very adept at talking to us about sacrificing for the missions. It gave me a feeling of joy and pride to give up the dime I had to spend for a candy bar at recess (that dates me doesn't it?) and give it to the missions instead.
I wonder. What are your first memories of joyful giving to something? Who taught you? What did it feel like?