One of the first things I noticed at Mass on Sunday as I walked up to church is that is appeared at first these great doors were open. And they were. But they were not the only doors on the front of the church.
I think they are for more than barricading against a storm.
I actually had a remarkable pair of confluences tonight while I was praying in church.
First, I was having a struggle with the scene of the Lord’s death on the cross in Matthew 27:45-50. And I noticed when I leaned back in the pew I was directly under station XIII.
Then a bit later when I was reviewing my day in the Examen, I had just gotten to my lunchtime phone call to my wife and she chose that moment to text me.
Looking from the front pew to the presider chair, altar, music area, and western windows:
The stained glass is quite remarkable. But my phone’s image gives you very little of that.