When the mass starts with the sign of the cross and the words, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit”, I am translated into another, unfailing, world. So, “Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light: Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son,” I rejoice in the certainty that the power of the cross in myself, you, my children, The Donald – and everything else – achieves for us all things good and glorious, ad vitam aeternam.
But how often and how ardently have I wished this cross out of existence? And how many times will I again?!