- Friday Noon there was a sotto voce Holy Mass in the parish church. :-)
- Friday Night was the Eucharistic Holy Hour in the parish church with time for quiet adoration. No Pachamama here. :-)
- Friday Night was Last Rites out of State at Union General, quietly taking place in an overflow Covid Ward. A good friend very much appeared to be in his last moments. I returned the next day, lots of quiet prayers in between for a good friend. He survived, so far. I quietly repeated the Last Rites.
- In between those visits, a foray was made further down into the Peach State, down to the Forsyth County Sheriff’s Office. I was inside for five hours+. More courses updating info for Law Enforcement chaplains. Three more modules. One of them was on confidentiality. Here’s a slide of that:
Basically, mum’s the word. Of course, I was already well versed in all this, being a Catholic priest who has to keep such as the Seal of Confession.
If you were expecting that we would be talking chrysantheMUMS here… No. I have none to give. I would if I could.
The special mum here is about keeping quiet. Mum’s the word, which refers to an old middle German word for one who keeps his mouth shut. It’s a bit ironic, that saying, speaking of a word for not speaking a word, “mum’s the word.” Sorry.
The quiet of Jesus, having given His all on the Cross, in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, speaks loudly through the quiet sacraments today, often provided when all is mum. And there is Mary, Jesus’ mum, at His side. All is mum, well, in lots of ways. So, flowers for you dearest mum, even if they are not mums. You know what it is to keep mum with your dear Son. And teach your priest sons to keep mum as well.
So, no matter what, lots of flowers for you, Mary.