Saturday, September 25, 2010


"One of the things I love about being Catholic" should probably be banned as a way of starting off a sentence, or indeed, an entire blog post; nonetheless, one of the things I love about being Catholic is being in another Province or State or country, like across the border, and driving with a friend through unfamiliar territory and, looking around, not for anything in particular, you see above all the other roofs and towers a cathedral spire, and you just know in your heart of hearts that it is a Catholic spire, saying, "Let's go there and check it out"; then winding through streets, the spire remaining solidly in one's sights, and finally arriving there and determining that, yes, it is Catholic, and further, noticing that people are going inside, and that, oh, the time is 5:00, and why don't we go in for Mass?