Yesterday was Father's Day and we had a great evening at our son's house. His little wife cooked dinner for all of us. Her Dad and his wife were there and we really enjoyed the evening. They had just returned from a Cursillo weekend, so we shared lots of wonderful stories and memories about when we were very active in the movement for nearly 30 years.
For those of you who are not familiar with Cursillo, it is a ministry that originated in the Roman Catholic Church. It was founded in Majorca, Spain by a group of laymen in 1944, while they were refining a technique to train pilgrimage leaders. It has since been adapted by numerous other Christian faiths, some of them retaining the name "cursillo" while others have given the program a different name. The word "cursillo" means "short course" in Spanish.
The cursillo method focuses on training lay people to become effective leaders over the course of a three-day weekend. The weekend includes fifteen talks, some given by priests and some by lay people. One emphasis of the weekend is on preparing those undergoing it to take the movement's methods back into the world, on what they call the "fourth day".
The cursillo method focuses on training lay people to become effective leaders over the course of a three-day weekend. The weekend includes fifteen talks, some given by priests and some by lay people. One emphasis of the weekend is on preparing those undergoing it to take the movement's methods back into the world, on what they call the "fourth day".
My husband and I made our Cursillo in 1986 and it was truly a life changing experience for us. We remained active in the movement until just a few years ago, volunteering 2 days a week at the Episcopal Center for Renewal for nearly 10 years and then becoming Ministry Consultants with thet Anglican Institute and traveling all over the world for 2 years with Bishop Michael Marshall of London, England. It was a very blessed time in our lives. We had the privilege of meeting so many wonderful people and are still in touch with a lot of them on a regular basis.
Now, back to yesterday. I DO tend to wander. I call it half-haimer's (not quite all just yet ;-)
We all had a wonderful visit, a lovely dinner after a few cocktails, and were able to toast our son for getting a raise at his company for a job well done. We're so proud of him!
The wildest part of the night was when the two Pomapoo brothers (Harry and Bailey) kept running around the house chasing each other. It was the first time I had seen them together and they're really a mess ... a cute mess, but a mess. The photograph included with this post is of all the Dads on their special day and the "brothers". Harry belongs to our son and Bailey belongs to Beth's Dad. Hope that your day was as great as mine was. There's nothing better than being with family. The only sad thing was that Tiger lost the U.S. Open. Guess it was time for someone else to have a turn.
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