Holy Monday

Son behold your mother.

Later this week as we commemorate the work of Jesus on the Cross, we will contemplate these words: son, behold your mother.

When John contemplated those words he was moved to take Mary into his own home.

Will we be moved this week to take Mary into our own homes?

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The Old Rugged Cross

As if reading the Passion narrative at Mass doesn’t moisten my eyes enough, after receiving communion, the cantors sang The Old Rugged Cross. Its an old mainstream Protestant hymn written in 1912. It’s particularly popular among traditional Baptists and it was one of the hymns that my mom liked. Holding back tears was difficult.

Some days are so easy, and other days are so hard. Today has thus far been hard, and I feel like I’m still at her funeral and everything is freshly raw and painful.

Sainthood Saturday

“It is so good, so sweet and above all, so beneficial to suffer.”
St. Bernadette

Feasts This Week
April 13
Palm Sunday
St. Hermengild

April 14
Monday of Holy Week
Sts. Tiburtius, Valerius and Maximus

April 15
Tuesday of Holy Week
Saint Telmo

April 16
Wednesday of Holy Week
St. Bernadette

April 17
Maundy Thursday
St. Robert of Chaise-Dieu

April 18
Good Friday
St. Galdinus

April 19
Holy Saturday
St. Leo IX

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My Chains Are Gone

So waaaaaay back in the day, I spent a summer in San Diego, California. Some of us had jobs at Sea World and we would bike from our hotels and condos at the Santa Clara on Mission Beach to Sea World. It would require us to bike over the bay bridge. It was a tiresome ride up and a thrill riding down the other side.

That summer, Chris Tomlin’s song, My Chains Are Gone, was a very popular evangelical worship song, and we sang it almost every week during our Friday night worship services. Well one day, there was this girl who’s name escapes me at the moment, was riding down the Bay Bridge and the chain on her bike broke and despite not being able to slow her bike down (our bikes didn’t have brakes) she just started singing My Chains are Gone.

Every time I hear that song I think of that incident and I think of my summer in San Diego and the events that started on Mission Beach and between Megan and I that served as the catalyst for my reception into the Catholic Church. That was almost six years ago now when I moved into the Santa Clara Motel. I’m glad that after a few years of having bitter memories of my evangelical days, I look back in fondness. If I could have that experience all over again I would do it in a heart beat.

COFFEE!!!!!!!!

For my two-fer post today I just have to say how much I love coffee.

I’ve been drinking coffee on and off now since about 2010. But last fall I started drinking it pretty much every day. Where the flavor once repulsed me, I know crave it. A nice hot cup of a dark roast with just a splash of half-and-half. It makes my mouth water just to write about it.

Si Deus nobiscum, quis contra nos?

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