It's a Sunday...you can tell...the graces of a Sunday are so evident.
Sundays are different because it is a time for the faithful gather and celebrate the resurrection of the Lord. It's a time to be with families (or remember them if they are not around), and to relax. Today was one of those days. Being in a new place is daunting, but something I look forward to is the church hopping. Yeah, I can't be at my "home" parish...but I am going to see that as an adventure.
Well...Christ took care of me today! I walked into this church and it was so familiar. The architecture resembled my home parish, and the oratory of the Dominican Sisters of St. Cecilia ( a place I often frequented). I laughed inside because OF COURSE I would happen to be closest to this church so I would choose it out of no thought. So OF COURSE it would be the one to most remind me of home as I transition into this new life. The Lord knows my heart.
Well the history of the church is that is was settled by the Germans. So was my home parish...and so was the architect that build the oratory for the Dominicans. The altar is high...drawing your vision heaven-ward. Where the tabernacle is placed is supposed to reflect a tomb...reminding one of what Jesus had to do for our salvation. Just look! altar
And the priest's homily...let me tell you. Super legit!!! Proclaiming the Eucharist as the body blood soul and divinity of Christ. Exclaiming to the parishioners how they need to embrace their Catholic identity, own it, and to not be afraid!
And this whole Sunday has been shrouded in peace...just like a Sunday should.
"Father, creator and ruler of heaven and earth, you made man in your likeness to subdue the earth and master it, and to recognize the work of your hands in created beauty. Grant that your children, thus surrounded on all sides by signs of your presence, may live continually in Christ, praising you through him and with him."
Psalm prayer
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