2. Since I was talking about images the other day, here's one from the dining room. It's a picture of the walk to Emmaus, which seems appropriate for the place were we eat our meals.
3. Here is more proof that Holy Mother Church is generous: she offers to those of the faithful who have been in the habit of saying some prayers a plenary indulgence, even if there is no priest available to give the apostolic blessing. I like to think of myself as a reasonably well informed Catholic, but I didn't know about this one until a few days ago, and (please forgive me for repeating myself) I think everyone should know about it.
4. In addition to being the feast of St. Martin of Tours (a Roman soldier), yesterday was also Veterans Day. My husband, who keeps track of such things, wore a poppy in his lapel. Let us remember and pray for all soldier and veterans, both the living and the dead.
St. Martin of Tours, intercede for all soldiers.
5. In the place where we lived previously, people were very conscious of the church being the house of God. People did not have conversations inside the church before and after Mass, in fact, this silence was one of the first very obvious differences I noticed as a convert: Protestants come into the church on Sunday morning and chat with their friends and mill about until the service starts, while Catholics come into the church, genuflect, find a place in the pews, and kneel down in silence. Where we live now, that doesn't happen as much, and particularly after Mass, people are a lot less careful to go out of the church to chat. I miss that silence. It is a very noticeable testimony to the Real Presence of Christ.
6. I really enjoyed reading this the other day, because I had already been thinking of the baby's cry as my monastic bell.
7. One more thing that makes me happy: the Roman Martyrology arrived yesterday, and my husband read the day's reading after Vespers. Yay!
In case anyone is interested, we found it at Preserving Christian Publications.
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