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Corporal Works of Mercy

My 85 year old mother has a Facebook.  This is startling for a couple of reasons.  First, Facebook is not really the playground of the Senior Citizen Set.  Even less so for my mom, who is a self-declared "technological idiot".  While my  mom is not an idiot, I can vouch for the fact that she really has an intense dislike for anything with more than one button or knob on it.  She has a DVD player;  she does not know how to use it.  Clearly, Facebook is a huge leap for her.

She likes it because she can keep up on her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  There are a lot of us, and this is a great way to see current photos and know where everyone is.  My mom's chief job at this point in her life is to pray for us, so knowing where we are and what we're doing aids in this vocation.

However, Mom still has a very loose grasp as to how Facebook works.  That is, she doesn't really know how to write on someone's wall or comment on a previous post.  She just writes a 'free-standing' note, and these are sometimes rather cryptic.

I came home from a meeting at work tonight to find this: "Elise, remember the Corporal Works of Mercy".  I'm racking my brain trying to figure out what she's referring to.  Was I unkind or uncharitable in a post?  Did I forget to do something?  Did I mention something about work?  I have no idea.

So, ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of my mom, here are the Corporal Works of Mercy.  Remember them:

Feed the hungry
Give drink to the thirsty
Clothe the naked
Shelter the homeless
Visit the sick
Visit those in prison
Bury the dead

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