My days are anything but sublime. After getting things at the store that Mac needs, like shorts with zipper pockets so his phone doesn't fall out of reach on the ground, and a bathroom-safe chair that might allow him to take a shower, I headed to the Cathedral for a brief visit.
As I headed the truck towards Saints S&J a car cut me off on my left. I noted the Harley Davidson sticker and the Hell's Angels MC sticker. Peace, brother. An elderly man bent at the waist hobbled across the intersection while we waited for the light to turn. He was carrying a tote bag that said "Glad to be young!"
The Adoration chapel at Saints S&J is Perpetual, meaning always open day and night, but at night you have to sign in and have a code to open the door. A note on the door says they need volunteers to visit in the middle of the night. That might work in the summer time.
There were a couple of people there when I arrived, a young woman nodding off over her rosary beads, and a guy I recognized from previous visits. He didn't have on his Harley Davidson t-shirt today. Funny to think of sitting with people you would usually keep a safe distance from on the street but the Real Presence becomes our common denominator.
I've been thinking about the Benedictines. After decades of social anxiety do I have an awakening awareness of the value of community?
When I go to the dawn Mass at St. Effects almost everyone there is over 60. The priest is old, too, and sometimes he has to reach for the words. We all sit respectfully in silence, mentally saying the words for him, rooting for him to remember. I think God might be saying wherever He is and we are there together, that is community.That's how it feels.
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