Little notes

I was delighted and surprised to see, at the Mass for the First Sunday of Advent, that Father wore violet vestments!

At my age, soon to be 68 (already 68 if you count conception), things go wrong.  I have trouble with back, knees, feet, etc.  I'm happily surprised on any day everything works right all at once.

One thing that helps me put up with all that is to simply remind myself that no matter how much I hurt, Jesus hurt worse.  The Morning Offering is especially helpful here too.

Speaking of which, the Morning Offering is one of my regular prayers.  Also Hail Holy Queen, the Prayer to St. Michael, and the Memorare.  Also meatless Fridays.  It's just easier for me to go back to the practices of my childhood.  Keeps life simple.

Trouble is that a tuna sub from Subway, or a veggie pizza from my favorite joint, isn't really a penance!
Hmmmmmm.

The Way of the Cross according to St. Alphonsus Liguori has become my favorite devotion.  I'm trying to memorize it so I can pray myself to sleep with it.  I can't imagine it doing any harm at all to meditate on the sufferings of Jesus.  We were purchased at a great price, says St. Paul.  (I think St. Paul.)

I'm feeling old these days

Call me Cyrano - II

Here is another lady who is special to me and for whom I pray.
When I was young I wanted to be Cyrano, or perhaps Wilfred
of Ivanhoe; but now I'm nearly 70, I'm just a worn-out old
teddy bear, so I keep these ladies in my heart and only sometimes tell them how much they mean to me.  Some of them don't like being told that.
But rather like Sister Martha said to Cyrano in Act V, I don't
need their permission to pray for them.