SPIRITUAL LESSON This Sunday having 30 minutes to kill before I had to dress for mass I sat outside in the beauty of the morning sunlight.  As I sat there I was talking to Papa God in thanksgiving and bemoaning to Him a small problem for I am a firm believer in BUGGING our Lord in all things and circumstances.  As I was explaining my plight a mother with her son passed very slowly in front of my gate.  They were unaware I was sitting there.  What I saw and the lesson it taught me came within the 30 minutes. The mother was disheveled, dress tattered, and hair was stringy and dirty.  She carried a bag partially filled along with a walking stick.  Her emotionless face of suffering hid her age she looks old.  As she walks she was talking either to her son or to herself. Her son around 12 or 13 whose clothing was equally in disarray and dirty.  His curly black hair had long lost it shine and was dull and dusky.  He too had a...