I remember well how nearly all things Catholic, except Augustine, Aquinas, Dante, Eckhart, and Hopkins, gave me the creeps. Even after I swam the Tiber ... I was in a traditional style church and saw the tawdry statuary and suddenly thought, “WHAT am I doing here?”
Many “cradle Catholics” don’t appreciate this tool of the enemy’s. It’s powerful. Unreasoning revulsion sure delayed my entry, while great saints still beckoned and, I have to think, prayed on my behalf.
Enough chatter. Prayers!
LUB, BRO.
May Holy Spirit guide your every choice and action this day and weekend.
May those near lovingly support you in tangible, profoundly touching ways.
May His joys chase after you regardless of your tasks.