The Bird at the Window
Sunday Night as our weekly Holy Hour started, when I was kneeling to chant O Salutaris Hostia, I could see a bird flying around the window above the sanctuary.
Sunday Night as our weekly Holy Hour started, when I was kneeling to chant O Salutaris Hostia, I could see a bird flying around the window above the sanctuary.
"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from." - T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
A weekend full of ministry - and the deepest peace I've felt in years
A banner on a fence - and the answer the Church gives this week
During the Eucharistic Prayer, as the priest raises the sacrifice to the Father, I stand to his right. It's my proper place. The rubrics say so.