In addition to Boxing Day, and the day good King Wenceslaus went out, it is the feast of St Stephen. I hope all your snow is neat and crisp and even.
For my part I am, at the time this posts, journeying today back into the region of snows.
St. Stephen’s feast has been celebrated this day since the earliest centuries of the Church’s life.
We are also in the Octave of Christmas. Octaves are mysterious. For Holy Church time is suspended so that we can rest in the mystery of the feast. In her wisdom, Holy Church “stops” her clock so that we contemplate the mystery of the feast from different angles, through different lenses.
St. Stephen reminds us of the consequences of discipleship. He is usually depicted surrounded by people who are beating him to death with rocks.
Today, agents serving the “mystical body of Satan” – witting and unwitting – use Twitter to do that. Within the Church, agents are doing that even to priests and bishops.
As I said, there are consequences of discipleship.
Are you ready for consequence in the days remaining to you? Consequences can be more or less dramatic.
We need to get our heads into mental places wherein we can imagine even dire consequences.
I also congratulate all the members of the Archconfraternity of St. Stephen! This is a guild of altar boy that started in England. The first chapter ever outside of England was at my home parish of St. Agnes, in St. Paul. In the sacristy there was a letter from the Archbishop of Westminster approving the chapter and each year on this day the new boys were enrolled.
I am enrolled! Just after I entered the Church.
May many more chapters rise up!
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I, too, am one of those enrolled, and from the same parish! It’s where the seed was planted for my vocation to the priesthood. The good and kind Deacon Hughesdon taught me well. May God reward him!
Happy feast day, and merry Christmas!
[God bless that wonderful man. He was a gem and I am confident that he is enjoying now the Beatific Vision with Delores his wife.]