The search for black holes in the cosmos; the search for the Anointed One. At first, you might not expect them to have much in common.
There’s a certain darkness to the Epiphany, an aspect that’s easily overlooked.
One thing I noticed on New Year’s Day: When walking an outdoor labyrinth in a 2° chill, you can pretty much count on having the sacred pathway to yourself.
I had occasion in recent days to spend a little time with a priest whose debilitating neurological disease has almost entirely robbed him of the ability to speak.
Ever notice? This time of year, the stars seem especially bright. It’s almost as if the sky is clearer…and the heavens are closer to earth… than they are in the summertime.
Just before dawn this morning, I heard a prayer that took my breath away.
If the busy-ness of these final few days before Christmas has you feeling stressed out…
Or: if you have reason this year (or every year) for not feeling the joy that most of those around you seem to feel…
Or: If you have a sneaking suspicion that something’s missing from the “holiday season” as it’s celebrated in our culture today…
Or: If you could simply use some soothing, quiet time with the Lord…
Then you’d do well to meditate, along with the rest of the church, on the O Antiphons — one a day for the next seven days.
Here’s a link to help us do just that: the texts of the Antiphons, in Latin, English…and Gregorian chant:
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.
Does anyone read ‘Letters to the Editor’ anymore? Once upon a time, I myself wrote them frequently…but have largely abandoned the practice, figuring that the explosion of social media outlets has more or less rendered obsolete such editorial epistles.
So it has intrigued me in recent days to see the flurry of public reaction – published by the local rag – following a story that appeared a week or so ago about the ‘hipster nativity scene’ displayed (along with many others) at the Cathedral of St. Peter in Belleville, IL.
After spending a little time in the backyard with our grandson the other day, I’m thinking about giving him a new nickname: “Earnest”. (Ernie, for short).
At 15 months old, he’s turning out to be quite the hard worker—perhaps more diligent than his Gramps will ever be!