On the flight from Cincinnati to Paris I got bumped up to first class. They treated me like I paid for the seat and the service. I told the flight attendant that it was like I died and went to heaven. When she gave me the cheesecake a la creme brûlée dessert that I had chosen, to which she had added a drizzle of chocolate, with a side strawberry and a dollop of whipped cream, she said, “Now you’ve died and gone to heaven.” God is always so good to me, even though and, it seems especially so, when I do not deserve it.
we’re moving in
5 OctThe “new” floor is done. The “new” pews are in place. The last thing to return home were the “new” kneelers.
We are moving back in. We are coming home.
The first oohs and aahs will be heard late on Saturday (tomorrow) afternoon when we arrive for the first Mass of the weekend.
Homecoming is this weekend: October 6-7.
The homecoming king is already known: Christ the King. He has named his mother Mary as Queen.
It should be quite the homecoming celebration!
one last ad te suspiramus
26 SepAt the end of compline (night prayer) at the seminary we used to sing, with all those male voices, the Salve Regina. At the end of Mass at Notre Dame I stood with the bishops and the priests at the edge of the sanctuary for the singing of that Latin “Hail, holy Queen.” It was a lovely way to bring our/my pilgrimage to the Marian shrines to a close.
almost spent the night
26 SepAfter Mass I walked around to get some photos of the Notre Dame. The Archbishop eventually make looking for me. We got ourselves locked in a courtyard as we tried to get out of the cathedral, so may doors and gates they had locked by the time I was ready to leave. But it was worth it to get this photo, right before they turned off all the lights.









