A rare Sunday blog post.
This morning, between the 9:30 and 11:30 Masses at my parish, Saint James, our pastor held a town hall meeting about the new translation.
In two words: very good. He was pastoral and wove into his presentation some of the history of the Benedictine order (he is a Benedictine).
I came away feeling proud of my parish's approach.
I am headed to another parish here in the Archdiocese of Chicago for two presentations this afternoon and evening on the new translation.
One image from this morning that I will not soon forget, and one which brought me to tears. There my pastor stood, in his Benedictine habit, holding up the current Sacramentary, dirty on the outside, with a recent set of too-long ribbons sticking out of the pages. He held the Sacramentary to his chest, actually he hugged it to his chest and said to us: "I love this book. This book contains the prayers I have prayed for my whole Catholic life. These are the prayers into which I was ordained. I love this book."
So many nodded in agreement and not a little bit of honest grieving.
A sad and glad day for Saint James on the near south side of Chicago.
Gotta sing. Gotta pray.