Yesterday’s liturgy cheered me up.
It was about love and joy; which is what Christianity is about.
Love we usually remember, but joy – my feeling is - tends to be neglected.
So I nearly jumped up when I heard the lines in which the Psalmist tells the earth to Shout for joy to the Lord and burst into song, adhorts the sea, and everything in it, to resound, and calls on the rivers to clap their hands while the mountains are singing together.
Yes, my Lord is the Lord of Joy and of Good Joyous Stuff: the Lord of Vosne-Romanée, the Lord of Sądecczyzna, the Lord of the Beatles, the Lord of low, humane taxation and the Lord of Good Sex* and Espresso (not necessarily in this order; and not necessary at all), which - thank God - I’m going to make myself now (the Espresso).
True, in the Gospel reading, there was also talk of dying for someone you love, but first of all the death strand was our, not God's, idea, and, anyway, God took care of it Himself.
True, in the Gospel reading, there was also talk of dying for someone you love, but first of all the death strand was our, not God's, idea, and, anyway, God took care of it Himself.
*easy, easy – we're talking Theology here.
