As a Franciscan friar my habitus of prayer consists of community prayer and private prayer. And as a priest, the celebration of Mass. In some ways they form an anchor for the day and for life. And I do not always feel like showing up. But I do – because I promised. And showing up becomes the gateway to noticing “people and things” that would otherwise likely be unnoticed – and in the noticing then naturally fold into the reason, the moment, and the wonder of prayer.
Several years ago, having just celebrated Mass, and now standing on the sidewalk in front of the church greeting and chatting with folks, a man came up to me and said, “Are you just too stupid to learn Latin – is it too hard for you?” Seems he expected the Mass to be celebrated in Latin. Continue reading