Sorry for the long hiatus. I have been pretty sick lately. I’m feeling even worse now, if you can imagine, but this has been bugging me all day, so I thought I’d toss it out there to all of you.
I dragged myself to the 8 am Mass, where I attempted to actually participate, but more just tried to hang on to consciousness. I kept looking at those wooden pews and knew that they would hurt on the way down.
During the Prayers of the Faithful, the lector — reading about the dead — said the phrase, “finally freed from their bodies…”
That sounds rather … gnostic … to me. Doesn’t it?