It's also very close to the neighboring parish church, which I can always count on to be a quiet spot for solitude, quiet, and prayer.
Pictured: chicken parm slice, can of seltzer (I'm so NY), and Breviarium Romano-Seraphicum.
February 4, 2010
Prayer and Pizza
Sometimes on a day off I stop by a local spot that I like to call 'Classic Rock Pizza.' The walls are decorated with various photos and autographs of rock stars, including Ozzy Osbourne and Ace Frehley. I nurse a grudge against Mr. Frehley deriving from the evening of November 18, 1987, when he failed to appear for a concert at a delicate, early moment in my headbanging career.
It's also very close to the neighboring parish church, which I can always count on to be a quiet spot for solitude, quiet, and prayer.
Pictured: chicken parm slice, can of seltzer (I'm so NY), and Breviarium Romano-Seraphicum.
It's also very close to the neighboring parish church, which I can always count on to be a quiet spot for solitude, quiet, and prayer.
Pictured: chicken parm slice, can of seltzer (I'm so NY), and Breviarium Romano-Seraphicum.
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Prayer and pizza...Something to consider. Really a pretty good idea!! Any excuse at all for both! :) Cathy
To quote Winnie the Pooh, "Both..."
cool, Fr. C! prayer and pizza looks like a good combination. (my choice would be plain pizza and green tea, though :-)) glad you find time to relax and enjoy some quiet time on your day off. PEACE! ~tara t~
Chicken Parm slice?? Ugh. Father Charles, no one will EVER accuse you of being a traditionalist (pizza lover).
Anonymous: I enjoy defying categories. Here in Yonkers, NY, they even put pasta on pizza. Really!
"I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered!"
Tara:
Someday we have to have a long talk about spirituality and nutrition.
I agree, chicken parm pizza??? What is up with that? And is that extra red pepper sprinkled over it all? Good reading, though.
Hey, that's not so bad compared to some of the stuff they put on pizza around here. One of the girls in the office often eats the Penne Vodka pizza.
Penne Vodka Pizza.
"The horror...
the horror..."
I know! They have it in another spot where I sometimes go because I get a discount. (I did the pizza guy's wedding) I see it behind the counter and remark to myself that it doesn't even look appetizing.
When he and the future Mrs. Pizza Guy first came to the office he kept saying, "Father, I know you from somewhere..."
In Mr. Frehley's defense, his last album was smoking. He was always my favorite member of Kiss.
There has been a question that I have wanted to ask (combing music and liturgy)for a while, if we translated Metallica's "Nothing else Matters" into Latin wouldn't it be great for ordinations and taking of vows?
The summer I lived in our novitiate in Central America, that song was the only complete sentences of English I ever heard from the novices, as they sang along with their contraband CD player when they thought nobody knew.
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