Sheep, for the most part, are an abstraction to me. I see them in photos and videos from time to time, but as a city dweller, my up-close encounters with them have been limited.
That changed a bit last summer though, on a vacation trip to Scotland and Ireland. When you get away from the cities in either country, you find sheep practically everywhere.
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.