I imagine that many of you have a sense that when we gather for Mass we can become overwhelmed by the number of words that are spoken and sung in our liturgy. Most of it can wash over us as our minds wander and our bodies grow restless. And so there are times when I find myself hearing words for the first time, possibly because I have been mentally constructing this message to you over many days.
Once again this message is being written on a Monday. My weekend was a full one. Allen and I spent Saturday in Sydney with Allen’s dad, as we share caring for him, along with Allen’s brothers and sister. Palm Sunday was taken up with meeting the Diocesan Council for Ministry with Young People (DCMYP) at Kilaben Bay, followed by the Way of the Cross and then choir practice for this week’s Chrism Mass.
As you know, I usually sit at my desk on Sunday evening to prepare this message in order to share with you, life in our diocese as well as some of what I have been reading. However, this week it has spilled over into Monday as Allen and I flew up to the Gold Coast for the weekend to catch up with our family. We had a good weekend, which was filled with everyone sharing food and conversations and lots of play time with all of our grandchildren.