Day Twenty-Four: In Season and Out of Season

As you might gather the weather has been spotty.  Now it is true that the Inuit have many words for snow and it would seem the Irish have many words for rain!  I heard weather described as "fierce" and "worse than usual".  To my foreign senses it all seemed rainy and from what I could gather fairly characteristic. 

At Mass today which focuses on the faith lived by Mary together with her Son in love for humanity's salvation, we experienced what appeared to be three seasons.  It was cool and spring-like and then wet and then warm and then wet and then almost like downpour of sleet or tiny hail. 

The big proposition of the Christian life is:  Am I going to let God do with me what God wills -- and not what I might will for myself?  This is Mary's act of faith given at the beginning of the Gospel and as our preacher today so eloquently said at its apex at the Cross. 

I'm off this evening with our Toronto group to some traditional Irish music at a pub in the Temple Bar.  Tomorrow is the closing Mass at Croke Park, the major sports stadium in Dublin that normally hosts Irish footbal, soccer and hurling.  The last is an Irish game that somewhat resembles lacrosse but with less equipment and a shaped stick that lacks a net.