Eighth Sunday of Ordinary Time

Photos.

The last Sunday before Lent always gives me that "bring it on" kind of feeling. Lent always signals the promise of spring and I associate the season with early morning frozen mud puddles and the temptation of Cadbury eggs. Not so in Florida, where spring has been here for quite some time and there are never any frozen puddles. I'm sure a Cadbury egg could be found without too much difficulty.

We attended 8:00 a.m. Mass at the Church of our Saviour, our Florida vacation church for many years before we moved over to the Gulf. It is unchanged, though perhaps people chat a little more loudly in the pews before Mass, an unfamiliar occurrence in our conservative St. Paul parish. I was hopeful when I saw a black keyboardist take his seat at the organ, invoking a stereotype as I anticipated some energetic singing. However, this very accomplished musician slid into (mostly) insipid songs and service music. I know he had more in him that what was delivered!

The stained glass in this church is quite beautiful, though. As my mind wondered during the homily, I was thinking about creating a stained glass style collage with colorful photo prints. I have a lot of discard prints that would suit the purpose.

It's cooler today (expected high: 72F), but still warm by northern standards.