Friday, December 21, 2012
Tis The Season
Here at the Supine Farm, we're in full steam ahead for the Triduum which is the Fourth Sunday of Advent, Vigil of the Nativity and of course, the grand feast itself, Christmas, the Feast of the Nativity of the Birth, in the flesh, of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Following proper liturgical practice (and general good taste) our manger is empty in anticipation of receiving the Word made flesh, Emmanuel, God with us.
It's a busy time of year. Though others may have time to blog their every move and random passing thought, I have actual work to do in preparation with no Reynaldo to assist me, nor any fine young men like those at the Pontifical North American College. Just myself and the old German housekeeper who really doesn't do all that much to be truthful.
To the Seminarians at the NAC: a blessed and Merry Christmas to you and yours. You are some of the best and the brightest the Church has. Many of you will become leaders, possibly bishops, or God forbid-- chancery officials. No matter what your future holds, remember to keep you sense of humor. It will save your sanity, if you have any left by the time you reach ordination. If you have traditional inclinations, remember that such Tradition comes from over two thousand years of spiritual life. It is that which gives meaning-- even life-- to the rite and ritual. Embrace it. Live it-- but with openness and compassion.
For those of you that have not finished your Christmas shopping, remember the Rector can always use a box of cigars or a bottle of Clairol brown number three.
He might think the roots look distinguishing, but they are screaming old troll! You have a charitable obligation to help him out. 'Tis the season after all!
If he is anything like his niece Janice from Dunellen, NJ he might hiding some rocking tattoos under that soutane. Don't ask, don't tell.
To all the venerable presbyters who visit here, no matter which rite you use, I wish you too, a Merry and Blessed Christmas! In the midst of your planning and running around, between answering the phone ("Yes, Midnight Mass is actually at midnight") decorating the sanctuary, providing some last moment assistance to that family that can't quite make the Feast on their own, remember, you will have a moment to breathe and relax. Of course that won't happen until after the last Mass on the 25th, or maybe even the 26th, but there will be a moment or two or peace. (Unless you're visiting family out of town, then forget it. You're screwed.)