From the Archives
This is what I found when I came downstairs this morning.
My husband did the shopping after hours last night! It’s like Christmas!
Many years ago, my friend in Idaho (who is currently expecting her 10th child), told me how she had neither the time nor the energy for grocery shopping. I remember thinking at the time, “I could never let my husband do the shopping! What if he—gasp!—purchased the wrong brand or something?”
Look how far I’ve come, my friends.
I am so proud of me.
So yes. This is a week among weeks in terms of feast days. You need only click around the Catholic blogosphere (and I’m sure you have) to see that there is so much you could do in honor of all these saints and angels.
Today, for example, is one of my very, very, very favorite feast days: The Feast of the Mighty Archangels. (You have to hold up your fists when you say “mighty” and give them a victory pump or two.) I shuffled the kids out the door to Mass this morning, in part because I absolutely love the readings on this feast of feasts.
“War broke out in heaven; Michael and his angels battled against the dragon. The dragon and his angels fought back, but they did not prevail.” (Revelation 12: 7)
Wow. It’s enough to give you goose bumps, isn’t it?
This is one of those days where I wish—how I wish—that somehow, some way I could come up with the perfect lesson that would leave us all “getting it.” If only we could see more clearly the mystic beauty of the angels! If only we knew their power and strength; if only we loved like them.
It’s a start, isn’t it?
It’s where I’m at and it’s what we can do today.
*Did you catch the reference to Friday’s saint? I knew you would.