one of my favourite parts of the Old Mass is the psalm the priest says during the washing of the hands (ps. 26: 6-12). last week the line "that i may encompass Thy altar" struck me. how to encompass the altar of the Lord??? many layers and many answers, but one interpretation that slowly dawned on me is that when we receive Him, we become the altar of His sacrifice. sends shivers down my spine.
and to transition ... not that any human being can actually save another in a metaphysical or spiritual sense, but ... "when i'm a bullet shot out of a gun when i'm a fire-cracker coming undone when i'm a fugitive ready to run all wild-eyed and crazy wherever my reckless soul takes me ..."
the ability to trust someone is a lost art. i pray to God i can find it.
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