Today is one of the Marian feast days that I just love. I know that Mass attendance is way down for these holy days of obligation that fall in the middle of the week, but I love them. To me, taking time out of my work day to force myself to relax and turn my thoughts to God and His plan for our lives is a treat. We have a very active Newman Center here on campus, and it makes it very convenient for me to get to Mass, which I'm very grateful for. Parking is at a premium at the university I work at, and it's a pleasure to be able to walk to Mass.
As I was waiting for Mass to begin, I thought back to the Second Sunday of Advent and the family Mass I went to with Hank. He was very good again, and went up for the Children's Liturgy of the Word. Following Communion, he loudly said his prayers, and a woman stopped me on the way out to comment on what "a good, sweet little boy" I have. This is true. But I couldn't help but think to myself, "Clearly you weren't at this Mass about 5 weeks ago." Ha :)
Anyway, I'm working on a book review right now; I write reviews regularly for a Catholic library journal, and right now I'm reviewing the interesting title A Community Called Taize: A Story of Prayer, Worship and Reconciliation. I usually get lots of librarianship stuff to review, as well as all of their Native American spirituality books, so this was a refreshing change just for some variety. It's a personal story of a man's pilgrimmage to the ecumenical Taize retreat in France, and as you know, personal stories really resonate with me.
Tonight, I'm headed home to watch The Year Without a Santa Claus with Hank and Mike, and I'm very excited about it. I love the music from that movie; you know, the heat miser (sp?)? I can't help but tap my foot when that comes on the radio.