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Why
the New Missal Will Be Good for the Mass by Fr. Robert Barron is a very
beautiful description of the reasons for the changes in the translation of the
Roman Missal and examples of how much this more poetic version will add to the
heartfelt prayers of the Mass. Such huge
changes can seem daunting, but I believe Fr. Barron is absolutely right: this is
a richer translation of the Latin that will make us more attentive to what
we're praying, and that the best approach is to accept this as a positive
change.
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She really loves me! My mom brought me a plate of
Thanksgiving leftovers for lunch today while I’m nannying. I still haven’t had turkey, since Kevin and I
don’t eat meat on Fridays, but the mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and carrots
were yummy! What’s more, I have a slice
of Mom’s homemade apple pie waiting for me.
Take it outside. This morning after a few rounds of
screaming, wriggling, wailing, I managed to get Vivi and her teething,
congested little self dressed, so we could go outside for a bit. It’s amazing how some fresh air and sunshine,
a change of scenery, and plenty to look at will change a grumpy, crabby cutie
into a serene, riding in my stroller, waving to the doggies babe.
Double wide. That’s how we rolled. When taking care of my two little guys, I got in the habit of taking them on a walk in the morning. I’d put them in the double stroller, bring water and Cheerios or goldfish crackers, and we’d head out. I usually took them down the alley and up a few blocks to one of the main streets. I’d point out the different animals, flowers, trees, and things we saw on the way. They got to the point where they’d tell me just before they could see what was next that they knew what was right around the corner.
Bells ring! Two Songs! Before we reached the church near Hank’s street, JG would
point up at the bell tower and say: “Bells ring! Two songs!” since I’d told
them that at noon and at 6pm the bells not only ring, but they also play two
songs. That tidbit of info really stuck
in the day my husband came over and we all were looking at his watch counting
down to when the bells would start to ring.
Reconnecting
with old friends. Last Wednesday, Holly, my best
friend from high school, called and asked if I wanted to go out for
lunch. We met up at Arby’s to grab a
bite to eat and catch up. She wished me
a happy birthday, as we hadn’t seen each other since my birthday. I did the same, as I don’t think we’ve seen
each other since her birthday at the end of August. It’s nice that no matter how long you’ve been
apart and how far away you’ve lived, that you can still pick up right where you
left off. Wow! The two of us have been through quite a lot
together! Thanks God for old friends who
know us well, and love us anyway.
