Much can happen in the space of a couple of hours. I was walking to the five-o’clock Mass today, cutting through a fieldy-park listening to/singing along with the Liturgy Podcast, when suddenly my guardian angel made me aware that he was right there beside me, walking to church with me.
At Mass, during the Eucharistic Prayer, the words, “Let your Spirit come upon these gifts to make them holy, so that they may become for us the body and blood of our Lord, Jesus Christ”, gave me a sudden jolt – it was as if I had never heard them before in my life, or understood how intricate a role the Holy Spirit has in the transubstantiation – and I started to cry.
I am sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop, preparing tomorrow’s post for Consecrated to Mary, and crying all through Bishop Bello’s Chapter 26 of Mary, Human and Holy, where she is “Woman of the Upper Room”. As I gaze out the window my heart is breaking for the birch tree we had to cut down, but the Spirit is trying to soothe my soul by showing me the expanse of sky that has now opened up to my view. Water Blessing, by Annette Cantor, which I found at Gratefulness.org, is playing and my spirit soars upwards with it, despite the volume of the neighbour’s lawnmower.
Sometimes it is all too much. Too gloriously much.
Yes, a survey. Well of course you can trust me. Apart from the fact that they will be on the Internet, all responses will be kept confidential (basically because I can’t remember anything anymore).
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