I think I mentioned this steeple chase last week… during the quick takes? Maybe.
Anyway, here are some shaky, unedited photos from some of the churches we went to. I hope I have them labeled correctly. It was kind of a whirlwind event.
St. Josephat. Oh look. My finger. Oops.
The beauty and the scale and the height… so much to take in. It was amazing. There were FOUR side altars! Four!!
And check out those stations of the Cross… in Latin!
Here’s another photo of the ceiling. See what I was trying to say before.
The detail and passion of the craftsmen are obvious in the work. Beautiful.
And a simple cross outside the main church. Still beautiful.
Oh, and this is a blessing from John Paul I. Yes, one. Awesome.
From the School Sisters of St. Francis’ St. Joseph Chapel:
Again with the wonderful open space.
Our priestly tour guide said he used to pray while watching this statue when he was in the seminary.
The Adoration altar.
The most important part, the center…
From the relics chapel:
Hundreds of relics… labeled in Latin. So beautiful.
Then we went to the Cathedral… and I took two dark photos. Sorry.
Then we went to the St. Joan of Arc chapel at Marquette. Beautiful and quiet and peaceful. And I didn’t take any pictures because we had the most wonderful Mass I’ve been to in a long time.
If you get the chance to do one of these… do it. Just do it. Or go around to the churches in one of your bigger cities. So wonderful.
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During Ash Wednesday Mass last week, a student told our priest that he was giving up pillows.
Beautiful. I’ve been thinking about it the past week that our observances don’t need to be complex and difficult just because we’re adults (or trying to hard to be!). Giving up something that we love like pillows at night would be great. What a simple way to always remember Christ’s 40 day fast in the desert. He went without pillows, too.
Kids’ faith amazes and surprises me to no end. I am glad I have decided to return to school Masses at my church.
My own Lenten observances are doing… OK.
Are we ever 100 percent satisfied with the way we do things? I rarely am.
I know that I am not asking other people to do things (“nagging”) as much as a few weeks ago. I am not complaining about something that I can change. (I’m cold… no, just grab a blanket, put on a sweater, easy.)
But there are also times I realize that I don’t pay attention enough… such as, in the car. It’s really, really hard for me to be a rational person while I’m driving to work.
The past few days, I skipped taking the highway and have taken a slower but saner route on a county road. No merging and no… well, there’s more rationality on this road.
I’m also seeing a whole other part of this area that I didn’t know about. Wonderful.
Tomorrow I’m going on a Steeple Chase with my Archdiocesan. I can’t wait!
I hope to have a ton of pictures to share with the blog.
I just read an OSV article about the American Cardinals going to the Vatican. God bless them.
I’m evaluating my eating again. I did the Whole 30 in January, which was a real blessing and challenge for me.
I like to eat Paleo. I like the way my body feels when I don’t eat grains (rice, wheat, oat, corn).
But I don’t eat 100 percent Paleo. I eat meat, veggies, fats… and some dairy.
Wait, wait, wait… dairy isn’t OK on the Paleo plan. True.
But I don’t drink a glass of milk with every meal. I put cream (just real cream) in my coffee in the morning.
And I have some cream cheese in my fridge that just wants to go in some creamy eggs… but I haven’t gone that far yet.
I put sour cream on my tacos… anyway, the point is, I eat what makes me feel good.
A half-gallon of ice cream over 2 days doesn’t make me feel good.
Yesterday’s breakfast of chorizo, eggs and broccoli makes me feel good all day.
Spinach meatloaf for lunch made me feel good. A slow cooked beef brisket made me feel good.
Sweet potatoes make me feel good… and they are good. Yum. I need to quick talking about food. I’m getting hungry.
I started reading Lolita. I don’t know why.
It’s horrible. Wait, no. It’s good writing. The descriptions are great and not boring though long.
But… it’s horrible. I quit reading about after the mother died. I don’t know why I got it from the library, and I don’t know why I haven’t returned it yet. It should not be in my apartment.
I don’t care if it’s a classic and if the end somehow makes it worth it. I can’t have that near me any longer.
There may not be official censored lists anymore, but that’s no reason that we need to see, read, hear, watch, experience everything that comes around. We can self-censor and that doesn’t make us bad people.
It will be a while before I read something out of the ordinary. I am not whole right now because of it.
In the mean time, I’ve been reading Inter Insigniores and Casti Connubii. They’re all online at the Vatican’s website. What a great resource for us Catholics, to get primary source documents like that.
Did you know that today is the feast of “The Chair of St. Peter the Apostle“?
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