I had a wonderful time in England seeing friends and meeting new people. It was also great to use the new, corrected English translation of Mass. Mind you, I would rather use the 1962 Missale Romanum, but the new translation is a vast improvement. I now have both experiential knowledge as well as theoretical knowledge.
The flight home to the US was just what you want from an intercontinental flight over the icy North Atlantic: boring.
However, on my arrival home the nightmare began.
First, I had a real nightmare of an exorcism that goes very wrong and wouldn’t end. Very nasty indeed.
Second, after touching down I had great Chinese food for supper with one of my best friends of many years, but I, predictably, got a platitude cookie again. I hate platitude cookies.
Third, and worst, I had to use the lame-duck ICEL translation for Mass this morning. Brrrr.
Oh Lord, have mercy. Give me rest and peace and save us from platitudes!
27 November cannot come swiftly enough.
In the meantime, here is shot of Greenland, which most of us don’t see everyday.