On a day such as today when the stores are not calling me to spend more, and the grey skies compel us to stay indoors, it would be an ideal opportunity to be creative and think on matters spiritual for the coming Sunday and the feast that is getting closer. But interrupting phone calls are stranger than usual; in a basement on the church campus there is a feral cat hiding, refusing to move; it is rumored that a person (nameless) is unscrewing the external light bulbs at night to prevent glare; the complaints about last Sunday’s music continue to flow (I find it hard to disagree) and still the odd requests of strangers are being heard. Is there a service Christmas afternoon? No, there never has been. Can I deliver Christmas leftovers to the Food Pantry after lunch? Are you kidding? Is there Sunday School at the Midnight Mass? What? No comment.
I would much rather turn my thoughts to the Blessed Virgin Mary, but the distractions are humorously overwhelming. Those words will come in their own time. I am reminded of Gabriel’s message to Mary: For with God nothing will be impossible. Except, that is, a Christmas afternoon service, and ...
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