Last Sunday at Mass, I heard something different...it caught my attention. The preface to the Eucharistic Prayer was different. So when I got home - with the help of Google, I found it. He had used the Preface for the Eucharistic Prayer of Reconciliation.
Father, all powerful and ever-living God, we praise you and thank you through Jesus Christ our Lord for your presence and action in the world.
In the midst of conflict and division, we know it is you who turn our minds to thoughts of peace.
Your spirit changes our hearts: enemies begin to speak to one another, those who were estranged join hands in friendship, and nations seek the way of peace together.
Your Spirit is at work when understanding puts an end to strife, when hatred is quenched by mercy, and vengeance gives way to forgiveness.
For this we should never cease to thank you and to praise you.
We join with all the choirs of heaven as they sing forever to your glory....
I thought it was neat that he acknowledged what is happening in the world - in light of the revolution in Egypt - and whatever else without actually mentioning it.
Wednesday, I went to Mass at a parish that I frequent on weekdays. The priest was not familiar to me, and neither was the Eucharistic Prayer. It sounded a bit like the one for Masses with Children, calling Jesus' disciples, "friends". But at 46, I was quite possibly the youngest person there. And then after the consecration, I swear he just made the whole thing up as he went along.
Buried in paperwork hell at school. I have an IEP meeting on Monday. A meeting to do a behavior plan on Tuesday, and two more IEPs due in the next week or so. My desk is beginning to resemble a walled fortress with thing piled higher and higher surrounding my work space. It bothers me, but only slightly. I know that it needs to be cleaned, but there are too many other things ahead of it on the priority list.
Dropped by the church this morning. There were two other people there while I was there. That was kind of cool. One, another lady about my age and the other a young man who looked to be in his 20's. I wondered to myself why God keeps calling me there. I don't believe I got an answer to that, but I'm not sure that I need one, either.
It is a full moon, and since I work with middle schoolers, I didn't even need to look at the sky to know that. Sad, but fairly true!
'Tis time for bed. My body and mind are tired.
....till next time!