Truly, the mystery of Pentecost requires a full week, not merely a day. Every day this week I’ve been chanting the numinous sequence Veni Sancte Spiritus: “Sine tuo numine, nihil est in homine, nihil est innoxium…” In my free translation: “Apart from your will and your presence (literally, without the nod of your head), there is nothing in man, at least nothing not toxic.” Only the burning presence of God’s sacred Spirit renders meaning to any person’s life. Without the Spirit of God, we are nothing, mere dust in the wind.
Veni, pater pauperum, veni, dator munerum, veni, lumen cordium…. “Come O Father of the poor; come O Giver of every gift; come, O Light of every heart….”
Flecte quod est rigidum, fove quod est frigidum, rege quod est devium…. “loosen that which is rigid; warm that which is frozen; straighten that which is bent….”
What a joy to offer this Mass every day at the ruddied altar, and to know that God’s will and His work are unfolding here at Star of the Sea, here in my darkened life, here in the chaos of our political moment. The Holy Spirit yet fills the world as a great wind fills the sails of a mighty ship, and she cuts the waves on her glorious path to her true haven.