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| Monday, May 29, 2006

ASCENSION I


Everyone has been gone for hours I light the candles and the incense for the first office of the new day. (Every new day begins in the night) I am about to do the readings for Monday when the missal tells me that today, this Sunday, was Ascension. I’d thought it was next week. It’s always hard to know the end of Easter. I do those readings then. The hymns revolve around them. During the last reading from Saint Paul:

There is one body and one spirit, just as you were called to the one hope of your calling…

I am overcome with emotion. Emotion comes from nowhere these days. As I read out loud my voice becomes stronger and tears come. I don’t know why. At these times my body knows the meaning of Ascension, or anything else, long before the rest of me.

posted by Chris

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