True confession time: I’ve been kind of dreading the return to Ordinary Time. I love singing the Regina Caeli so much. Love it love it love it. I didn’t want to give up the pretty chant, letting my voice soar to heaven with the glorious alleluias, in exchange for the ho-hum boring spoken Angelus.
But today my phone started ringing, cathedral bells letting me know it’s noon and as I started in with “The angel of the Lord declared unto Mary…” suddenly I felt a mantle of grace wrapped around me. A deep sense of peace. Homecoming. It is good to be here. Perhaps Ordinary Time isn’t so ordinary after all.
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