It happens rarely, even though Barnhardt Benefactor Masses are offered at a minimum of one per day… but they are very geographically spread out. Which is wonderful!
Tomorrow is one of the rare occasions.
I was able to share a repast with the celebrant priest earlier this week, and we were all at the table moved to misty eyes by the consensus that we are so blessed, honored and privileged to not just be alive in these days, but to be in the fight in whatever way.
The victory is ours. The victory is hers. The victory is HIS. This is a fact. This is the Catholic Faith. How it plays out is FASCINATING at the absolute minimum. To be possibly a teensy-tiny part of the Triumph? Gloriously, rapturously humiliating beyond words.
Sometimes only tears can communicate something among confreres; among brothers-in-arms.
I’ll see you all tomorrow at Calvary.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your incomprehensible and long-suffering munificence. Emphasis on long-suffering.
We are keeping up the fight, and I have a list as long as my arm of stuff that has yet to be done.
We have not yet begun to fight.
Saint Jane Frances de Chantal, pray for us. (21 August)
Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us.
ND + PS