...instead of feeling guilty that I am not going to church with my kids and husband, maybe I could take a moment to relish the quiet emptiness of my house. The sound of the birds. The feel of the black leather bound copy of the Liturgy of the Hours in my hands. The gentle gnaw of hunger in my stomach, reminding me that I am fasting in preparation for the most Holy of Holy things... Communion with my sweet Friend.
Maybe for just today, instead of pangs of guilt, I can accept the silence of my house as a gift from my Father, who wants all good things for me. Who has given me the gift of his Church. Who has invited me to step into his waiting arms and cherish with him the Mass... that taste of Heaven on earth.
Today is the Feast of the Lord's Baptism. It is a day for me to reflect on the beauty of baptism. As the readings this week have said, because Jesus once stood in a river in Palestine, now and forever, ALL water is Holy. The Jordan flows to the sea, the water evaporates and falls as rain. Nothing will ever be the same.
'Except a man be born again of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God' [John 3:5]
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