As I settled in to say my ‘regular’ morning prayer today, I realized that I hadn’t done so for the past several days.
Odd, but guiltless, this realization. You see, those days were spent at a retreat center…where I was serving on team for our parish’s fall ACTS Retreat.
It’s not a mortification, exactly…but this Lent I have been trying to spend a little more quality time with Maurice Blondel.
We sang an old-time hymn at Mass this morning, and much to my amazement, it almost brought a tear to my eye.