40 + Laus Deo +
Christmas is coming, citizens. Five days time until the blessed day. It is not the gifts. It is not the trappings. Christmas day is a day of love, joy and triumph.
I say these things because it would appear that it is so easily forgotten in all other things. The network is abuzz with the quaint and meddling details of common place things. Consider your soul, would you?
I feel as though I'm a broken record. Or that I'm speaking to the deaf.
For the next five evenings, I'll be holding a midnight Mass at the chapel. Come as you are.
Father, all praise be given to thee. Again I think fondly of that night so long ago. Let me again think of the glory of your generosity. For few others will.
I say these things because it would appear that it is so easily forgotten in all other things. The network is abuzz with the quaint and meddling details of common place things. Consider your soul, would you?
I feel as though I'm a broken record. Or that I'm speaking to the deaf.
For the next five evenings, I'll be holding a midnight Mass at the chapel. Come as you are.
Father, all praise be given to thee. Again I think fondly of that night so long ago. Let me again think of the glory of your generosity. For few others will.