Working meat off the bones of a rotisserie chicken became something of a sacramental experience for me the other day.
Monthly Archives: May 2016
I was delighted to have Bartimaeus pop up in the gospel reading at daily Mass the other day. Why? Because I’ve long considered the blind man from Jericho to be one of my best buddies in all of scripture.
For a number of reasons, we’re a bit behind schedule in tending to our backyard flower garden this spring. Normally, we’d have a variety of bedding plants selected and planted by late May. This year…well, let’s just say the trip to the nursery is still on our to-do list.
And yet, despite our thoroughgoing neglect, the unkempt plot is already yielding a bit of beauty: a few Sweet William blossoms poking through.
We prayed portions of Psalm 103 at Mass on Friday morning, and I have to say, I was really feelin’ it…
The ferocity of a recent spring storm toppled two of the four chairs on our deck. Twenty-four hours later, the duo remained askew—prompting Gerri to observe that her dear husband must have absolutely zero interest in home improvement.
“But two of the chairs remain upright,” I protested. “So that’s about right…I’m at least half-way concerned…”
Pentecost looms. Which means it’s been 50 days since I heard the words uttered near the beginning of the Easter Vigil Mass…and still, I can’t get them out of my mind.