Please pardon the delay for the new LENTCAzT. I’m a little tired. The last couple of days have been exacting. Among other things, I was a speaker at a fine men’s conference in Milwaukee, an amazing event, really.
I’ll be on it right away. I’m just a bit drained. How did Bilbo put it? “I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
With the post about Msgr. Descourtieux to relish along with the Morning Offerings and Daily Prayer for Priests, I’d feel like an ingrate to complain about the butter being spread thin this morning. It is Lent, after all. Now I’ll go pray as usual for your intentions, works, and recovery. And, as always, thanks!
I love the sound of Tolkien in the morning.
Prayers for you, Father. Thank you for all you do for us.
The last thing we all want is for you to get worn out, Father. Rest up and feel better! Sending prayers your way…
“… like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.”
Take all the rest you need, Father.