The hubby and I were going to pick up Eldest Daughter from the university chapel after the Mass of the Holy Spirit, traditionally held around the start of the semester. As I alighted from the car, I observed aloud that they seem to be running late because that was just the Offertory hymn I was hearing. We thus ended up attending Mass from the Offertory to the final hymn.
Maybe it was being in the university chapel where the crowd is rather homogeneous (read young), or the upbeat mood of the the red-clad choir, or the number of priests (three to be exact), or the fact that is was the day before my birthday, but the half-Mass renewed a full-something in me.
They say that dry spells are part of living the faith, and that sometimes, the dry spells stretch on. And on. How do you end a dry spell? Do you snap out of it, or slide through perhaps?
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