Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
The Postcommunion of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass from yesterday’s Feast of the Kingship of Our Lord Jesus Christ:
We have received the food of immortality and beg, Lord, that we who are proud to fight under the banner of Christ our King, may reign with Him forever in His realm above….
Wow. That implies that we should be, like, FIGHTING, or something. At least, that’s how I am interpreting the word “FIGHT”. As, er, “FIGHT”. But I’m sure that’s probably all wrong and Fr. Call-Me-Kevyn will email me and tell me how it is that the word “FIGHT” actually means “encounter and dialogue” and possibly “stare deeply into each other’s eyes and then engage in a long, lingering embrace of mutual respect and non-verbal affirmation”.
Nah. Fight means fight. FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!