The memorial of St John Eudes, which I’ve heard pronounced from the comical, like Joe Pesci trying to say “youths” in My Cousin Vinny” to Sean Combs answering the phone “Who dis?” Well, our Saint is from France, so with all respect to my fellow Muricans, it’s not John, it’s Jean, though both are pronounced like the Jean in Jean Claude Van Damme. And the last name isn’t hard, either,
Tuesday of the 20th Week in Ordinary Time The geese are starting to migrate. According to Black Mountain News, they’re taking their time, molting and fattening themselves up for the journey south. Their honking filled my morning sky as the sun lit the undersides of their wings orange and yellow. Not a bad way to start the day. O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth shall declare your praise!
Today’s first Mass reading goes to prove that the Old Testament isn’t some dry historical record. It also shows that God has an ironic sense of humor. Don’t @ me if I take some editorial liberties with the text. Jeremiah 13: 1-11 opens with God telling Jeremiah to go buy a new pair of underwear, put them on and wear them, but not to wash them. Okay, God? Um… right.
Have you ever heard a snippet of a song, and it instantly reminds you of a different song, but you’ve forgotten the name of one or the other? That was bothering me this morning at the Communion hymn at Mass. Mike was up in the loft beginning a hymn on the organ as people began to social distance their way up to the altar, and in my slightly reflective but mostly bewildered
I’m dabbling once again in John Senior’s modern classic “The Restoration of Christian Culture.” Not even to the first chapter, this reflection on Our Lord’s Parable of the Sower sunk deep into me: …the work of music in the wide sense, including as well [the] tunes that are sung, art, literature, games, architecture–all so many instruments in the orchestra which plays day and night the music of lovers […] if