Poor Betty Butterfield is still looking for a church home. Pray that she doesn't find one soon, because watching her search is just too funny. See what I mean:
Lord, source of eternal life and truth, give to Your shepherd, Pope Benedict, a spirit of courage and right judgment, a spirit of knowledge and love. By governing with fidelity those entrusted to his care, may he, as successor to the apostle Peter and Vicar of Christ, build Your Church into a sacrament of unity, love, and peace for all the world. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ,Your Son,Who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever. Amen.
Why I'm here
With the explosion of Trad blogs out there (Deo Gratias!), why in the world would we need yet another?
First of all, I'm purposefully a lightweight in my postings. Hey, everybody's got to be something.
For my small part, I intend--using visuals, personal remembrances and anything else I can find--to collect, display and ultimately understand the myriad pieces of our Catholic heritage that nourished the faith and held us together in the Lord for so many centuries.
As modern Catholics, we like to think that we know and live our rich heritage to its fullest. And hey, some lucky folks still do! But sadly that's not true for most of us today.
Once, we acknowledged that God touched every part of our lives and we celebrated and acknowledged that fact every day of our lives. Sight, scent, touch, sounds, taste, emotions, the works. Smells and bells, people. Smells and bells. They've been pooh-poohed in the modern world as antiquated. Dependence on smells and bells shows a lack of real faith, understanding and piety. The Lord makes everything new, right? We were supposed to shake off those childish shackles of yesterday and come into a brave new world of grown up Catholicism. Open a window and all that.
Ack and bah!
So often now, we acknowledge God exists on Sunday. Maybe. Monday through Saturday it's all us, all the time. It's depressing.
Considering Hilaire Belloc's awesome poem, The Catholic Sun, I think we've been robbed:
Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, There’s always laughter and good red wine. At least I’ve always found it so. Benedicamus Domino!
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