So if I use the expression the GOAT. Does everybody know who the GOAT is? The greatest of all time. Now, I myself have been called the GOAT. But it’s another story. And I’m just guessing Gracie is the GOAT. The G-baby of all time. It sort of goes with it. But the past few weeks, we’ve been talking about the GOAT.

On this Pentecost Sunday, I’m going to ask you two questions. Well, maybe three, but we’ll see how it goes. Number one, first question. What is the greatest lie that we have been told? Now we’ve been told a lot of lies, and perhaps someone has accused me of stretching the truth a bit. But it’s the truth stretched a bit.

So, on this Mother’s Day for all of the mothers. But really, for all of the parents, since 2013, we have all heard one song over and over and over again. And children pretty much everywhere in the world have watched this movie over and over again.

They sing the lyrics, they dance to the song. It is heard, dare I say, ad nauseum. What is this song? What is the movie? Frozen. You guessed it. Let it go over and over again. Parents. Grandparents. Mothers. Everyone has heard the words. Let it go. And it’s very interesting that the main character of the movie, really the heroine of this story, sings it several times and she sings, let it go, let it go.

Now, I need everyone this morning to do a look back. For some of you, that look back will be shorter than it is for others of us. But the look back is to when we were young and we had aunts and uncles. Does everyone have an aunt and uncle somewhere? Do you have a crazy aunt or uncle? The one that was sort of embarrassing.

So today we celebrate a trifecta. We continue the Easter season. We celebrate the Sunday of the Good Shepherd, and we are preparing for our Earth Day celebrations. Now, all of these lead us to ask ourselves a question. Now, the answer will be very different depending on each and every one of our worldviews. The question is this: is there any such thing as rehabilitation?

The other day I was waiting on the subway. I was sitting there reading my book, minding my own business, not making eye contact with anyone. Very well behaved. When, a later middle aged woman came, sat down next to me and said, hello, Father. How are you? And I looked at her. Clearly she recognized me. No clue who she was.

How many of us drive cars? Show of hands, please. Who drives? And you willingly drive in Brooklyn? Interesting. Now, when we are driving, how many of us have come to complete rely on our Waze or on our GPSes to get us anywhere? Who now completely relies on somebody else guiding our journey? Me. Know how many of us this morning are always on time? Who is always on time? Who is sometimes on time. Who is never on time. Ah. See, there’s a little bit of everything. Well, what does driving the car, G.P.S. and being on time, what do they have to do with each other?