About the time of the 2nd reading - maybe 15 minutes in - I realized that it's probably the longest I've gone without going to Mass since dragging myself back to the Church several years ago. Yeah.
Not doing that again - the "putting it off" bit. No way, no how. Realized again tonight how much the liturgy is as much a part of me as my breath, my heartbeat. Away from it for too long, and I'm deprived of the oxygen I need to live. Even the kid, who doesn't know enough Spanish to follow the details, was in a much calmer mood, much happier, after spending the hour soaking in the rhythm that he understands at the core of his being, even if the words don't make sense. It helped that the Pastor of the parish where his school is located was concelebrating, and gave him Eucharist.
Feeling more grounded, more at peace, more aware of my place in God's world than I have in awhile. So stay tuned here for ... well, let's call it a "midcourse review", in the parlance of the borg, about this sabbatical, life, and everything else. Maybe even tonight.
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what a nice post
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