For the most part, our grandson Francis seemed mildly amused by his impending baptism on Saturday afternoon.
Then he dozed off, just before the water was about to cascade over his forehead.
For the most part, our grandson Francis seemed mildly amused by his impending baptism on Saturday afternoon.
Then he dozed off, just before the water was about to cascade over his forehead.
O Root of Jesse, you stand as a sign for the peoples; before you kings shall keep silence and to you all nations shall have recourse. Come, save us, and do not delay. Continue reading
O Adonai and Ruler of the House of Israel, you appeared to Moses in the fire of the burning bush and on Mount Sinai gave him your law. Come, and with outstretched arm redeem us.
O Wisdom, you came forth from the mouth of the Most High and, reaching from beginning to end, you ordered all things mightily and sweetly. Come, and teach us the way of prudence.
I don’t think ‘envy’ or ‘jealousy’ fuels the reaction to one of my least-favorite holiday-themed TV ads in 2016.
There was a distinct ‘Advent’ feel to the Mercy Concert performed at my home parish on Friday night.
For the better part of 500 years, the twin arches at the entrance to the monastic city of Glendalough denoted ‘sanctuary’: Once you reached this gateway, enemies were required to cease their pursuit.
Our family feast welcomes a fresh new face this Thanksgiving… grandson Francis…who, at ten-weeks-old, promises to present precious little competition for the grown-ups as we lunge after a second helping of roast turkey and stuffing.
And for that, we are thankful. 😉
For much of the past several weeks, the fall foliage has been disappointing in my neck of the woods. Drab, feckless—unfettering premature impressions of decay.
The perfect autumnal display, perhaps, to reflect my mood following the recent election season.
When November rolled around this year, a new liturgical accent made a startling appearance in the sanctuary at my parish: A black altar banner.
I say ‘startling’, because black is a liturgical color we don’t tend to see very often in Catholic churches these days.