The banquet is prepared.


There it was to see today, even though, certainly, it’s been there before. Something finally clicked. Knowing that we are the prodigal, that Jesus is the father welcoming us home, it was evident, finally, that the Mass itself was the banquet prepared for us. Why this hadn’t been noticed before is clearly the fault of being too far away to see the father’s love for his wayward son.

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