Tiredly dragging myself to an early Monday morning Mass, barely making it on time, inspiration appeared. The Mass is conducted in a side chapel. In the main darkened church, an elderly man was finishing his walk of the Stations of the Cross. Another sat silent in a pew. An elderly woman, seated in a secluded space, prayed a Rosary. The magnificence of the Church, the ability to inspire prayer, hope, and the glorification of God overwhelmed my lethargic stupor. God is good and all giving. Do all good people go to heaven? I am not sure. I know some bad ones make it. Today is the feast day of Mary Magdalene, and let’s not forget the thief on the Cross.