Happy Sunday! God willing, today is the last of the commemorative posts. After Mass, my friend and I walked up and down Boylston Street. I wanted to support the businesses that had been closed for so long, so here is what I wore, Boylston style:
This week I’m doing a bit of a different post. Instead of pictures of what I wore today, I’d like to share what Boston wore. My parish is just three blocks from the second blast. It was accessible since Thursday, and is the spiritual home of many runners not just the third Sunday of April, but all year. Its location means that the parishioners get to easily walk the streets, shop the stores, eat at the restaurants after Mass. No matter our personal experience or lack there of with the tragedy, our hearts are forever marked.
I post these pictures not to be creepy, exploitative or disrespectful, but to show my city on this beautiful Sunday morning. We hope that soon these spots too will be the beautiful streets we’ve known them to be, and that they too, will have the new life of spring.
If anyone reading this blog knows anyone or could get word to St. Boniface in Wesley, NY, I’d love to extend my heartfelt thanks to the 8th grade Confirmation candidates who sent my parish handmade “Thinking of You” cards. Our pastor read one aloud, and it really touched us in the pews, and I’m sure the man in the back, who was wearing a runner’s jacket.
My city was wounded this week. Two bombs ripped through its heart. I take consolation in the fact that I am safe, my friends are safe, that the horror was limited to the extent that it was, not to the extent of our collective imaginations.
Prayers. Prayers for the lives lost, limbs lost, lives forever changed. Prayers for the perpetrator(s), for justice. But also prayers that God’s offer of forgiveness and mercy is accepted; that we who were affected have the capacity to offer forgiveness and mercy.
The above was drafted on Tuesday. It is now Friday, one of the bombing suspects is dead and one at large, and reportedly armed and dangerous. My city is shut down. I am home safe a few miles away, but rattled.
For the sake of your sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and the whole world.
St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil; may God rebuke them we humbly pray. And do then, O Prince of the heavenly hosts, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan, and all the evil spirits, who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid.” Jn 14:27
Come Holy Ghost, creator blest, and in our souls take up thy rest.
For to his angels he’s given a command to guard you in all of your ways; upon their hands they will bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone.
Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of mercy. Our life, our sweetness, our hope! To thee do we cry poor banished children of Eve, to thee do we send up our sighs and mourning, and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most Gracious Advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us, and after this, our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus, O merciful, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.
Today I was going to post my What I Wore Sunday link-up, a separate and hopefully funny post about male modesty in honor of the marathon, but today, after I was feeling “up-and-at’em” again after a MRI, my world was rocked with the news that two bombs had exploded at the finish line of the Boston Marathon, just miles from my apartment. I am at home, physically fine, but alone for the night and upset that this has happened to my city.
Please pray for all the families of the victims and responders and yes, even the perpetrator, that he may seek God’s forgiveness and for me, that I may forgive him/her/them.