The newly lit sanctuary candle has been moved into its lamp. I have to wait a day or so to do that as the flame is otherwise too ferocious. Meanwhile, the living flame of love which is always issuing from round about the throne of the Most High is WAY too demanding to take in no matter what we do. It does its work nonetheless. It burns into cinders those are not with Him, but purifies as gold in the fire those who are with Him, having them reflect the fire of His love all the more. But that fire does burn, is lively, magnificent, majestic, mighty, bringing our hearts close to His Sacred Heart, ourselves in almost uncontainably enthusiastic humble thanksgiving, He, being ever so good, ever so kind.
Meanwhile, the chickens are hamming it up for the camera. I like the one that’s decapitated, pretending to scratch around for food just like the others, for a moment anyway:
Actually, the chicken on the upper right is bending her neck away from the camera to grab a tasty morsel. Just an optical illusion.
The chickens act as if they don’t know that there’s a flood warning out again. However, I find that animals are always more aware of the weather than we are. There are heavy rains coming tonight and tomorrow. The radar looks rather menacing.
Meanwhile, Laudie-dog is sharpening her weapons… I mean teeth. Her claws are self-sharpening…
Looks like her jaws expand to be able to take in the neck of bear. Yikes!
Sharpening one way and then the other…
Very content, I think.
Yes, very content, indeed.
There are 1091 emails to go through. It’s not that I haven’t seen them or that I haven’t acted upon them. It’s just that I haven’t answered them. This may be today’s project. A quiet day next to Jesus in the tabernacle. Most of the emails, mind you, are about prayer, so, a good place to be. The list for prayers for priests and bishops has been expanding. I’ll try to work on that list today as well lest I be like a chicken with my head cut off. Yikes!
UPDATE: I’ve reduced the total emails by a couple of thousand so far. I’ve reduced the ones marked “unread” down to 809! (N.B. “unread” doesn’t mean unread; it just means I haven’t yet responded!)