A funny thing happened on the way to Mass on Saturday morning…
Unbeknownst to the regulars in the 8:30 congregation, all three of our parish priests were otherwise occupied—so we celebrated with a communion service instead of the regularly-scheduled Eucharistic feast. And that’s when it happened: As we stood to hear the Gospel proclaimed, our deacon intoned the acclamation verse with a familiar setting of three ‘Alleluias.’
When it comes to appreciating classical music, it’s fair to say that I don’t get out much.
Ever had a houseguest who overstayed her welcome?
It’s hard to tell, based on St. Mark’s account, precisely what happened to Jesus during his desert sojourn.
We learn that it lasted for forty days—but Mark provides none of detail we find in the stories told by Matthew and Luke.
Came across a spiritual nugget in The Wall Street Journal, of all places, today.
Ever wonder if Jesus thought about needing to lose a little weight?
Every year on Ash Wednesday, we get reacquainted with the meaty portion of Psalm 51, proclaimed at Mass in response to the first reading.
It’s become a favorite of mine in the past couple of years—in no small part because Psalm 51 served as the trigger, more or less, for my blogs of found spirituality.
You could call it one of my earliest experiences of scripture study—Sister James recounting the story of Cain and Abel for our third grade religion class.
I’m not particularly keen to disclose this: If you poke around my iPod music library long enough, you’ll find not one, not two but three ‘Tom Jones’ tracks.
Yes, THAT Tom Jones.
Ever have one of those days when nothing seemed to go according to your plan?
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