A clear sky is a beautiful thing, especially on a cold day, but a sunset is made all the more dramatic by a cloudy sky catching and transforming the light. The sun uses these once simple puffs of white as a floating canvases, with each stroke of wind making ever changing shades of blue and purple and orange and yellow. The sun is glorified in theses humble and unique clouds, and even the most ardent atheist can't help but say "praise God" at the sight.
As I watched the spectacle last night I started to separately name each one of these colorful works of light and water . . .that one is Saint Rose, and over there is Little Flower, and as Augustine and Aquinas bump into to each other Saint Catherine just laughs with Maximilian Kolbe. . . .oh, how I can't wait to join them this morning at Mass."Therefore,
since we are surrounded
by so great a cloud of witnesses,
let us rid ourselves
of every burden
and sin that clings to us"
.
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since we are surrounded
by so great a cloud of witnesses,
let us rid ourselves
of every burden
and sin that clings to us"
.
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