Happy Easter! The Mass today is Introduxit vos Dominus (Introibo); it's being streamed now from Saint-Eugene. Easter Monday in albis is the second day of Easter in the one long Easter day in albis of the Octave-- the new Catholics received at Easter would have, in the old days, made daily visits to the churches and heard yet more preaching welcoming them to the household of Faith. In Catholic countries today is a public holiday, as it still is in some formerly Catholic countries.
In the Gospel lesson, two disciples meet Our Lord while journeying to Emmaus, as the Evangelist Saint Luke recounts in the 24th chapter of his Gospel; they meet Him but do not recognize him-- which we must suppose has to do with the glories of the Resurrection-- until, having patiently explained the history of the prophets who prepared His way, foretelling the acts and suffering of His human life, He 'breaks bread' with them, and their eyes were opened.
Nonne cor nostrum ardens erat in nobis dum loqueretur in via, et aperiret nobis Scripturas?
Now Canon Guelfucci is making his homily, and I'm making my morning tea.
Dr Radovondrahety played some decorated Handel at the Communion; I should know and do know which oratorio it is from but the memory simply doesn't work as efficiently as once it did. Finally as I was typing into the search engine 'Han...', at the 'd' see, conquering, and hero came to mind, and I had it: Judas Maccabeus.
Dr Eleanor Parker (A Clerk of Oxford and everyone will want to subscribe to her Patreon page where all the weekly emails are available) set us a riddle on Holy Saturday and am only now reading it; from the Exeter Book. Am useless at riddles; I didn't figure out any of those asked by Gollum of Bilbo Baggins in The Hobbit-- such is my memory, anyway. 'A creature of paradox and transformation, a place where shame becomes glory, death becomes life, and a dead piece of timber becomes again a blossoming tree': the Holy and Life-giving Cross-- of course, of course.
Ante Completorium. Made it back from Portland in one piece, although rather thirsty because I wasn't going to give Amtrak two dollars of pure profit on a beverage when it appears to be beyond their capability to provide wifi on 'long distance trips'. Pft.
It is also the feast of Saint Vincent (15th century), of Saint Irene (4th century), and of Saint Maria Crescentia (8th century).
V. Et álibi aliórum plurimórum sanctórum Mártyrum et Confessórum, atque sanctárum Vírginum. R. Deo grátias.