Kathryn took this photo of the main altar of the Church of St. Mary Magdalene, La Madeleine, located in the heart of Paris, over five years ago, in January 2013. It was one of those right-place-right-time situations we like to take advantage of. We happened to be walking by the church just a few minutes… Continue reading The main altar of La Madeleine, Paris, just before a weekday Mass
Valentine's Day? Arizona Statehood Day? Any other year, that's how we might refer to February 14. This year, however, February 14 is, first and foremost, Ash Wednesday. I like to get a jump on my Lenten repentance, so I arrived at Mater Misericordiae Mission in Phoenix at 6:05 this morning to get in line for… Continue reading Repent! Remember, man, that thou art dust
It turns out I didn't get the sunrise photos I wanted on our last day in Las Vegas. It was raining when the sun came up and still raining when we left the hotel, although the rain let up early in the morning. We did find a decent donut shop, found a beautiful Sunday Mass, and had lunch with our friend Kerrie, with whom we couldn't connect Friday evening.
When I lived in Richmond, I wasn't much of a church-goer. In the three years I lived there, I can count the number of times I attended Mass on one hand. Zero. Now, seven years later, attendance at Sunday Mass is part of my life. I don't intentionally miss it. When planning our recent visit to Richmond, I found the Cathedral of the Sacred Heart has a Mass at 5:15 pm on Saturdays. It was a particularly convenient time, shortly after our arrival in town. It was also within walking distance of our hotel. We had a winner.
During our recent weekend trip to Tucson, Kathryn and I took an opportunity to visit Mission San Xavier del Bac, just outside the city. As luck would have it, there was a Mass scheduled there Saturday morning. It was to celebrate the 366th birthday of Fr. Eusebio Kino, the Jesuit priest who founded the mission way back in 1692. So we made sure to schedule our visit to coincide.
I'm back on the road again after enjoying three nights of sleep in my own home. Actually, that's not quite true. I spent one of those night's at Kathryn's place. I'm aboard a flight to Portland, Oregon. I have about an hour until landing, so I thought I should take a few moments to catch… Continue reading Home from New York City and then gone again to Portland, Oregon