To go North I must first go East, rather like starting Mass ad orientem so that you can sing the Gospel to the liturgical north.
Had I greater presence of mind I could have shot some photos of very spiffy black helecopters lined up as we entered the airport, which had been an old Air Force Base. You know the type, like the ones that circle over my building and follow me in my car.
I’ve been to some pretty laid back airports but this place takes the étouffée. TSA wasn’t even open for biz until a few minutes ago. How will they reach their quota of nail clippers, coffee cups, and water bottles?
And so it begins…
As I sit here helplessly, a prisoner of Late Delta, I am receiving photos from Rome of the presentation of Msgr Nicola Bux new book.
Con i sacramenti non si scherza!
(You don’t fool around with sacraments!)
Cardinals Burke and Sarah are in attendance.
I would much rather be at that book presentation than on this incredibly late, extremely uncomfortable flight.
Some one behind me is on the phone saying “inshallah” kind of a lot.
See you all around.
Priest friends in Chicago are learning the traditional Mass!
I barely made a connection.