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I watched the Vatican mass for Ash Wednesday this
afternoon. Benedict XVI, the cardinals, bishops.
And in their white robes with the black cowls
lots of Dominican friars — the "Hounds of God."
Like a hound, a doberman, certain things for a
long time have shadowed me. But while the hound
is a pursuer it is also a helper. A reminder and
a help to escape the shadows.
And then the Introit to the mass:
Almightly and merciful God
You hate nothing that you have made
I have been too judgmental, too hateful towards
those that I consider to be at fault — liars, the
seemingly brain damaged, scumbags, evil ones.
But while I cannot forgive them, while I cannot
love them, neither do I have to hate them.
I need to let all that go. And I will try.
Perhaps the hound will become my friend.
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I prefer larger game myself, such as sandwiches and burgers.
Spare me the visuals. I'm at work. :p
Visuals? I am not resposible for whatever twisted images mind will produce. However, here's something substantial:Meat.
Well, I'm not participating in any hungerstrike this year. Our vicar concluded a series of speaches last Sunday on the subject of 'Our Lords Prayer', a detailed analysis of how the prayer has been used over the years, and after service we had the best cakes I have tasted for a long time, so lent or not lent, I shall keep eating as I please, if you don't mind.
😆 Twit!It's funny you bring up Monty Python in an Ash Wednesday post. When I went to Mass that day, the priest delivering the homily began by reenacting Monty Python's "bring out the dead bones." There must be a connection. :sherlock: