Yesterday after morning Mass, (were the intercessory prayers of the Patron of the Universal Church ever more needed?) I was struck that I had never before been struck by the coincidence of my devotion to his two most important (to me,) namesakes.
Dad and Papa.
How the former would have suffered had he lived just a little longer, how distressed he would have been by the wholesale degradation of the Sacred Liturgy (anti-VCII, I must add, but incorrectly credited to it, by both the perpetrators and the mourners.)
Of course, he would always have had the refuge of the Rosary Shrine (God bless the Dominicans!)
And how he must be gladdened now, at the glimpses on the far horizon (whenever the meteorological conditions are just right,) of the promised land, after forty years of wandering in the Manilow Mass desert....
St Joseph, pray for us.
St Joseph Vincent, pray for us... and for Joseph Ratzinger.