My fancy new dual-body tumbling composter, I notice, is constructed primarily of plastic. This is, in a sense, a vinyl-clad irony: In an attempt to reduce my environmental footprint, my go-to tool has created demand for yet more plastic.
Which is to say, life is complicated.
It felt a bit like somebody had neglected to pay the electric bill when the “Daily Mass regulars” arrived for 6:30 Mass this morning.
Our “morning prayer” sheet requires some editing, I notice. And for that simple blessing, we are grateful indeed.
We heard “Act Two” from the story of the prophet Jonah at Mass today – a tale that inevitably reminds me of “Act One”…in which the reluctant missionary finds himself residing in the belly of a whale.
Maybe it’s because I’ve reached the stage in life when such things can no longer be taken for granted, but I’ve long thought that a balky digestive system is an overlooked grace in Jonah’s life.
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