Oy, what a week. Usually the week after a holiday has some kind of new energy, but not so this time. Instead, it was more like crawling into a warm bed and then getting dumped out 3 minutes later. Is it a bad sign that, aware of a need but unable to articulate it more specifically, I just googled “alcohol cookies”? These might be the winners right now, if only because I have all the stuff already.
Since there was no discernible cause for my week-long, extreme case of the Mondays, I decided to stop in at the church next door and go to Confession. As if the sacrament itself wasn’t good enough, I got good advice from a good priest, and while I was there, the choir was rehearsing one of my all-time favorite pieces. The whole experience was exactly what I needed. After I did my penance I stayed in the pew for a while, tucked out of sight in the transept, and let the beautiful music surround me. Veni Domine, veni Domine, veni Domine, et noli tardare.
Here’s the song, although I don’t think this video does it justice. Do yourself a favor and download a good recording (this one seems like a good choice) for your Advent listening pleasure.
Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above
and let the clouds pour down righteousness:
let the earth open and bring forth the Savior.
Show us thy mercy, O Lord,
and grant us thy salvation:
come, O Lord, and do not delay. Alleluia.
One of my favorite pairs of shoes recently gave up the ghost, which was sad because a good Mary Jane is hard to find.
I wanted to replace it with something decently high quality (because who has the time or desire to go sole-searching every six months?) and had the idea to check ebay rather than scouring Black Friday sales. Lo and behold, ten minutes later I had found not just a similar replacement, but the exact same shoe, in my size, and ludicrously inexpensive. We’re talking under $20, including shipping. They arrived yesterday, and my change-resistant self is dancing (quietly, on the inside, because it’s an introvert too).
Maybe someday I’ll feel like branching out a little bit, but not today. Luckily, if these shoes last as long as the old pair, I have roughly 3 years to come up with plan B.
Today is the Feast of St. Andrew, which means it’s time to start the annual St. Andrew Novena, which is traditionally prayed 15 times a day. If the pressure to remember even one novena prayer a day puts you into a cold sweat, check out the Pious Sodality of Church Ladies’ desktop backgrounds. Chances are, most of us look at our computer desktop at least 15 times a day, so getting in the habit of saying the (very brief) prayer whenever you click over shouldn’t be too difficult. That’s what I’m telling myself, anyway.
I’ve been procrastinating for a while on buying a copy of the Carmelite spiritual classic Divine Intimacy, which is lauded by everyone who owns it. I had a gift card that would cover most of the cost, but I kept thinking that there were other things that it would be better spent on, things that I know I’m going to have to spend money on soon (see #4 above; I have at least one more pair of shoes to replace). Last night in Confession, Father said something about not only needing to have a daily prayer time, but also deserving one. That was the final kick in the pants I needed, and I ordered my copy last night. Stay tuned; I think it’ll be highly quotable. Incidentally, if you’re ever looking for beautiful, well-made books, I highly recommend Baronius Press. The attention to quality and beauty makes their books worthwhile purchases (and great gifts).
Finally, a great photo of our 326-pound football player playing Santa (for charity, no less!). Between him and Manti, how can you not cheer for Notre Dame this year?
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