It was not uncommon for children to visit the Blessed Sacrament after school. Yes, it is true that the teaching Sisters encouraged visits, but it was something that children did freely. In the context of a family neighbourhood where nearly everyone walked to the bank, the Post Office, and the market, visits to the Blessed Sacrament were simply part of the fabric of Catholic life. Rarely were our neighbourhood churches empty. Nearly always there was someone kneeling in prayer, lighting candles, stopping at Our Lady's altar, or making the Way of the Cross. Then came the so-called "urban renewal," the destruction of so many family neighbourhoods, and the so-called "post-conciliar renewal," of which enough has been said elsewhere in the blogosphere.Share
The Last Judgment
5 days ago
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Dom Marco's reflection on visiting the Real Presence really is beautiful. I just wish I could leave a post saying so at his blog. These darn blogger errors!
Well, so far, I haven't seen the wonky weather blamed on the Council, but I fully expect to. No doubt it's that very devious Council which is also responsible for PayPal buttons on priests' personal thought journals, for one can hardly imagine the Cure going around with a personal collection basket. (And here I'd always thought "the abomination standing in the place of desolation" would be something terrifyingly new.)
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