Talk about coming full circle in short order, it was only yesterday that Fr. Z put out the call for black vestments in the Novus Ordo on the occasions where it may be used. And there I was. Indianapolis. Holy Rosary parish. Four-thirty vigil Mass for All Souls. Visiting priest. Black vestments! Well, black white and gray, but tastefully done and skillfully put together. Wonderful homily, too, Father.
I think I’m starting to get the hang of this brick by brick concept. And its actually sort of fun. There’s an odd sort of serendipity quality about seeing the traditional pop it’s head up here and there, not like a game of whack-a-mole, but popping its head up and keeping it up…sometimes jauntily dancing like the gopher in Caddyshack.
It was a good day. Now to find a cemetery to pray for a few friends!