I thought my internet foils would share a laugh on me, one of the things (aside from heterodoxy) I’m most often accused of.
I was reflecting on week 17 of the online Ignatian retreat. I thought that week was a good one, and I kept that threefold watchfulness in the forefront. Or so I thought.
Monday I was thinking about it, looking back in a morning moment of reflection. Riches to poverty, check. Honor to dishonor, okay. But what was that last point? I couldn’t recall it at all. Must be some sort of blind spot, I shrugged.
Catholic Sensibility 