Just got back from Mass, beautiful Mass. It is always a joy but this morning I have to admit I got to daydreaming during Father Marc’s homily. It wasn’t that it wasn’t a wonderful talk, it was as usual I am sure. I always get something out of it to take with me. Sometimes it is the main idea that he is trying to leave us with and sometimes it is a quote or notion that is sort of a byproduct that will be memorable. Something good always happens.
Catherine and I have been driving in together and sitting together for a while now and lately we have been trying different pews searching for better acoustics. Can we find a spot that will give us a clearer audio? I’ve listened to too many power tools singing and too many rifles barking to have good hearing anymore so we were looking for a little help on that.
We must have chosen a bad spot for I lost track of Father Marc and looking up into the cavernous space above us I began exploring the architectural features high up there, the skylights, the high windows, the rafters, the trusses. The spaces between things started to look important. Imaginary angels, in all their glory, started to fill these spaces. They were were sort of lounging but alert taking in Father Marc’s message even if I was AWOL. Nice.
So that is what I took home with me. Gold is where you find it, right?Alperfect once again, love you, Felipe.
Hi Felipe,
I’m a few days behind – in everything, actually – but had to tell you that I have the same experience nearly every week because, being up in the choir loft, I’m actually at rafter height and I, too, see those angels smiling down on the congregation.
And I liked your angel so well that I got one of my own. She sits above my front door, blessing me as I leave and enter.
Love,
Mary Margaret
Hey MM ~ how are you? Something tells me you are busy. The angels in the rafters, pretty medieval imagining. Glad we are on the same page on this one. Squeezes, Felipe.