There’s a vile connection, I’ve noticed, between a certain pair of digital read-outs that are part of my daily routine.
Or perhaps it’s a ‘vital’ connection.
There’s a vile connection, I’ve noticed, between a certain pair of digital read-outs that are part of my daily routine.
Or perhaps it’s a ‘vital’ connection.
‘Fished my wish’ at Mass this morning.
Some background: I was suitably amused the other day to discover @BillDonahy’s ‘Catholic Guide To Ashes’ on the Twittersphere. Tickled enough, in fact, to retweet his graphic – along with a note that I most often experience ‘The Blob’ when the ashes are imposed.
Every year on Ash Wednesday, we get reacquainted with the meaty portion of Psalm 51, proclaimed at Mass in response to the first reading.
It’s become a favorite of mine in the past couple of years—in no small part because Psalm 51 served as the trigger, more or less, for my blogs of found spirituality.
There are times when I wish God wasn’t quite so faithful in answering my prayers.
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