We’re heading in to the home stretch of our Advent season of anticipation. You can tell, because today we began the countdown of the ‘O Antiphons’…a thousand-year-old liturgical tradition that will continue through Christmas Eve. So perhaps a pause is in order, to savor the first in the series:
O Wisdom of our God Most High,
guiding creation with power and love:
come to teach us the path of knowledge!
It’s frustrating and confounding work, to be a prophet.
Something tells me Flannery O’Connor would have registered a complaint, had she been with us at Mass today.
Precious little Hannah may have met her match.
The prophet Isaiah’s pretty much got it right, I figure: It must all be God’s fault.
There are times when I wish God wasn’t quite so faithful in answering my prayers.
Ever seen a lamb with seven horns and seven eyes? Or how about a lion-like beast sporting six wings, and covered with eyes inside and out?
Yeah, me neither.
The heat didn’t kick on overnight, so things were a bit chilly in church this morning – a reminder that our almost-40-year-old building is showing some unmistakable signs of age. Somehow, the discomfort we felt – we ‘6:30 Mass regulars’ – seemed oddly appropriate as we near the end of the liturgical year.
My beloved SLU Billikens opened the men’s basketball season with a nail-biter of a win on Saturday night, but it was actually the half-time entertainment that wound up bringing the most fervent prayer to our lips.
With Us Still 