Some days, I'm a creepy, crabby, so-and-so. Be warned. Here's what ticked me off today:
Thinking about the fact that, despite the presence of a celebrant and two deacons, the sacred vessels at my parish were left in the sacristy after Communion...while the three just sat there during the post-Communion hymn. Am I wrong in thinking that maybe this trio could've actually purified the vessels during the FIVE TO SEVEN MINUTE TIME PERIOD?
Mulling over the news that the Neocatechumenal Way folks are evidently still, at my parish, ignoring the Holy Father's mandate...particularly regarding the dedicated altar and the reception of Holy Communion.
In response to Boston's "water catastrophe," the water cruet at the chapel I regularly attend during the week was replaced with—I promise I'm not making this up—with a large bottle of Poland Springs bottled water.
Ah, well...as a priest told me today: "The Lord understands." I'm sure He does. I don't, though. ;-)
This is Kelly Thatcher, and this is today's "Monday Moanin'"...pray for me. I can be rather scratchy at times.
Kelly Thatcher is your basic nobody. She serves on no parish councils, belongs to none of the myriad of designer-chic "Catholic" groups, or any Catholic group, for that matter, other than the Roman Catholic Church. Holding no theology degrees, she has no desire to see herself or any of her sex wearing a clerical collar. She figures Jesus knew what He was doing when He established His Church, and also figures that it’s His Church, not hers, and not yours.