A windy Monday, not yet hot (mid-summer here in the southern hemisphere). Feast of the Presentation and thinking I’d like to develop this blog differently, more personal and devotional in character.
For years I read and reread Thomas Merton’s The Sign of Jonas and his edited monastery journals from Gethsemane in the 1950s and ’60s. A record of his observation and reading and desire to write, notes of the inner faith journey but not sentimental, not about him, just ways of pointing to God.
Septuagesima Sunday over and the last Alleluia sung until Easter. Sat with Mass readings for the Fourth Sunday in Ordinary Time and watched recordings on the Internet. It always bothers me that I am unable to attend Mass for reasons of geographical isolation and I do know that is what makes it harder to feel connected to the Body of Christ.
Sitting a little with the canticle Nunc dimittis (Luke 2:22-40)
Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying,
‘Master, now you are dismissing your servant in peace,
according to your word;
for my eyes have seen your salvation,
which you have prepared in the presence of all peoples,
a light for revelation to the Gentiles
and for glory to your people Israel.’