Sunday, December 1, 2019

Advent



No sooner Thanksgiving than Advent follows, the great almost forgotten season of the liturgical year. Conversation in the sacristy before the second Mass went like this.

"Good morning gentlemen, how was Thanksgiving?" One server looked me grimly in the eye, "About two thirds."
"Two thirds? That's no use, what happened?"
"Daughter-in-Law's dog bit me."
"You shoot the dog?"
"No, but I said I would shoot the dog if it did it again."
Another server chimed in, "Maybe you should've bit the dog right back." And at that point it seemed right to pray. Here's the governing Collect of the season:

ALMIGHTY God, give us grace that we may cast away the works of darkness, and put upon us the armour of light, now in the time of this mortal life, in which thy Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in great humility; that in the last day, when he shall come again in his glorious majesty to judge both the quick and the dead, we may rise to the life immortal, through him who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, now and ever. Amen.

God bless,

LSP

2 comments:

  1. No matter the season or its inherent gravitas, we all come head-on to the realities of life. There is the sacred and there is the profane, and they both need to be tended to. Feeding one's soul is as important as feeding one's body, if you're to remain a centered person. Most people neglect one or the other or don't keep them in balance, and that's where the trolley jumps the tracks and we get mired.

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