End of the Liturgical Year
Once again, it is the end of the Liturgical year, and it has gone by in a flash. So much has been happening in the past fortnight, and there has been little time or energy to document any of it.
Msgr Schmitz has arrived safely for his short visit, and thus today will be our picnic and Vespers, Solemn Mass being at 11am. I hear that Msgr Schmitz was able to attend the Victorian Catholic Students Conference yesterday, and I hope that that will encourage some more young people to attend today. I trust that we will have fine weather.
Advent Carols are next Sunday at 7:30pm. I quite confidently think that we have the best choir in Melbourne, so do come!
More and more I am feeling that the most wonderfully Catholic things in our city are the most forgotten. The Liturgy, and Caroline Chisholm Library... Gustate et videte! Please! If thou didst know the gift of God! There is nothing like putting a big fat 2006 due date in some lovely book that hasn't been borrowed since 1957, or reading that Father Trese struggled with thoughts of Polish sausages at the Altar of God.
Father McD is so sweet that on Thursday's feast of St Felicitas he wished me a happy feast, even when it wasn't! Nonetheless, I am happy with any holy help, and I think that's a nice way to end the post.
Have a beautiful Sunday!
Msgr Schmitz has arrived safely for his short visit, and thus today will be our picnic and Vespers, Solemn Mass being at 11am. I hear that Msgr Schmitz was able to attend the Victorian Catholic Students Conference yesterday, and I hope that that will encourage some more young people to attend today. I trust that we will have fine weather.
Advent Carols are next Sunday at 7:30pm. I quite confidently think that we have the best choir in Melbourne, so do come!
More and more I am feeling that the most wonderfully Catholic things in our city are the most forgotten. The Liturgy, and Caroline Chisholm Library... Gustate et videte! Please! If thou didst know the gift of God! There is nothing like putting a big fat 2006 due date in some lovely book that hasn't been borrowed since 1957, or reading that Father Trese struggled with thoughts of Polish sausages at the Altar of God.
Father McD is so sweet that on Thursday's feast of St Felicitas he wished me a happy feast, even when it wasn't! Nonetheless, I am happy with any holy help, and I think that's a nice way to end the post.
Have a beautiful Sunday!
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