Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful:
And kindle in them the fire of your love.
Send forth your Spirit, and they will be created:
And you will renew the face of the earth.
O God, who has taught the hearts of the faithful by the light of the Holy Spirit, grant that in that same Spirit we may be always truly wise, and ever rejoice in Her consolation. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.
This Sunday is Pentecost: culmination of the Easter season and birthday of the church. And the options are so many.
Will it be Acts, then Romans?
Or Genesis, then Acts?
Or John and the Last Discourse?
I’m not preaching this week, but was thrilled to accepted my first, (and undoubtedly last), subbing assignment so Cheesehead could enjoy an unplugged Festival of Homies. I was also excited to be graciously tutored in the intricacies of posting pictures by Michelle of Quantum Theology. (I.e. find the little photo icon on Blogger and click it). So I was going to post my photo of the lovely tongues of fire baldacchino over the altar at the National Shrine of the Little Flower in Royal Oak, Michigan.
I got all my links together and wanted to post last night, but was afraid of messing with the space time continuum. And then my life descended into utter happy confidential chaos and I woke up and completely forgot it was Tuesday, and I was on deck, till I was reminded by Songbird at 3 my time, 6 Eastern. So the fancy picture is out and I am posting with no further delay.
I hope that people are still out there and ready to chime in, and that teh Clooney party double post yesterday was some consolation for today’s deprivation.
For these and all my other sins I am heartily sorry and ask pardon of God and penance and absolution of you…someone? anyone?
Can I keep my clothes on today, though?