Song ripples in the cellars and the kitchens on Sundays. The evening may be jolly but the daytime preparations need some solemnity and beauty.
Here is a 'taster' whilst getting the veggies out of their baskets.
The Catholic Church is Majestic despite the vicious attacks on its integrity in these past decades. From inside as well as from without. The Gates of Hell are ranged against it and it's reputation is suffering. The whip is applied to the back of the Body of Christ.
But it sings.
Its sorrow and sadness are offered up.
Evils lie deep in the hearts of men and they can pull a dark cloak over Man's Goodness. But from the depths also rises the expression of that Goodness.
No other churches especially outside the Catholic Church have this kind of solemn praise to God without copying the concept of the chants sang inside our churches.
Whilst you prepare your Family Dinner, perhaps this beauty in the background, floating over your tables, will bring blessings to you and heal your Soul.
And lately by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape, Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder: and He bid me taste of it: and 'twas - the Grape!