Midnight came early last evening. Or so it seemed.
Posts Tagged With: Maranatha
Something tells me Flannery O’Connor would have registered a complaint, had she been with us at Mass today (just as she might have a couple of years ago, when I originally floated this post).
Well, at least one-in-five of us left happy. That would be my cousin’s son, Lucas, who watched his SIU Salukis put a whuppin’ on our SLU Billikens in Carbondale the other night.
“Marana tha! Come, Lord Jesus!” we pray (in the responsorial psalm) on the final day of the liturgical year.
When I noticed this, I thought it was a misprint in the missal: Somebody, somewhere must have gotten ahead of themselves…and begun the holy season of Advent a day early.
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.
Something tells me Flannery O’Connor would have registered a complaint, had she been with us at Mass today.