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I am a reporter, & also own a small ranch. This blog was started to give me the opportunity to express things I couldn't in print, especially on spiritual matters. In this way, I neither compromise my journalistic objectivity, nor step on any professional toes.
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Father Fidel conducted the evening mass last night: it was only the 3rd or 4th time I've been at a mass he's conducted, even though he's been our pastor since July 1st. Yesterday was the beginning of Advent. Father's homily was long & a little rambling. The text was about not being asleep at the Watch when the Master returns, but he sort of drifted & started talking about the Culture Wars (I think--he didn't use that specific term), & the changes he's seen in a small Mexican town near where he grew up. The mass went on a good 15 minutes longer than one of Father James'. Actually, I was a bit unfocussed last night, too. My mind kept wandering & I found it very hard to concentrate on the liturgy. It was as if my mind was still on holiday.
The gospel reading itself really grabbed me, though. Got me thinking more than most. When the Master comes, I not only want to be awake, but also doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Sometimes, I get distracted & forget what I'm hear for: to glorify God & manifest His will. Sadly, it seems like it's only a fraction of the time that I actually do that. I have no desire to be caught doing something I'm not supposed to be doing when the Master returns.
Continuing with the normal prayers. For a while, it seemed like Achilles was back on board: last week, he was saying the prayers & even singing the hymns; last night, he was back to his old silent self during mass. Artemis has even stopped walking down for a blessing lately (she can't take communion as she's never officially been part of the Church--not that seems odd that Achilles is Catholic, but Artemis isn't). My prayers are fervent: I want the 3 of us to wind up in Heaven.
::: at 11:15
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