Now here’s something I hadn’t heard in a LONG time: We sang ‘A Mighty Fortress’ as our recessional song at Mass today. I’ve long appreciated the lyrical imagery of the hymn, made all the more effective by its majestic melody.
Having just returned from one of the world’s most castellated regions, though, I couldn’t help but be struck by the irony of Martin Luther’s words.
It matters a lot, the direction from which you approach Mamore Gap on the Inishowen Peninsula in Ireland.
It’s a rare thing when a 2,000-foot precipice catches you by surprise. A rare, beautiful thing.
Counter-space has become a rare commodity at our place in recent weeks.
It takes a fair amount of power to wash away 50 years’ worth of grime.
Our son Chris marks the second anniversary of his ordination today. And to celebrate, he’s moving from Kansas City to Dallas…where he’ll begin a brand new ministry at a Jesuit retreat center.
It’s left me puzzled since mid-week: Who tucked a $5 bill under my windshield wiper in the parking lot outside the local Breadco the other day? And why?
Perhaps the feast day simply snuck up on us. Whatever the reason, we experienced a Lectionary malfunction at the early Mass today. The page was set to a Friday in Ordinary time—not to the readings prescribed for the Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus –and our lector initially began proclaiming a passage from 2 Timothy, instead of Ezekiel.
Working meat off the bones of a rotisserie chicken became something of a sacramental experience for me the other day.
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