I seem to have infected Himself.
He is more insistent about finding a different parish than I, and the latest crise is over, "The Lord IS with you."
I've tried explaining that that is minor, minor, minor compared with what else we've encountered, that we are otherwise fortunate, but to no avail.
(Strangley, I don't think he was as jarred by "and became A man" and "for us AND for our salvation" as I was. Different strokes... those bothered me because they were a disruption of the rhythm of what we were all reciting corporately.)
Universalis, your very own breviary in pixels...
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