I was about five or six the first time I heard my mom say, “I’m glad I won’t be around to see it.” I didn’t understand what she was saying. Nonetheless, it felt ominous and unsettling. I let it go.
I’m not sure when I heard it the second time, phrased slightly differenlty: “I won’t be alive when … .”
I don’t remember what the “when” was. It didn’t matter.
Read more →This is the abbey church at St. Meinrad’s Archabbey in St. Meinrad, Indiana.
My wife and I took a pilgrimage there this weekend. If you live in the St. Louis area, you’re only about three hours away from a fascinating piece of church history.
(Here’s St. Meinrad’s website.)
Mass I loved the mass. I won’t spoil it all for you, but I do want to let you know why I loved the mass.
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