Today, I found out when I started Morning Prayer, is the Feast of the Presentation of Mary.
I didn’t have any idea what that meant, not really. It’s the sort of feast that feels distant to me, the sort of celebration that makes Catholicism feel ancient and, well, a little hard-to-understand to me. (And I’ve been Catholic for seven – or is it eight? – years now!)
[The rest of my thoughts are over at Behold Your Mother.]
