but you don't really care for music, do you?

Going on my third entry. Happy about that.

Just returned from Mass at St. Ann's on Gainsborough. I'm deeply moved over the occurrences. The Gospel was the parable of Lazarus and the rich man, and the text quite literally came to life. Fr. Unni spoke of the homeless, the immigrants, the mentally deficient. And after the Homily, when the majority of the congregation had meandered to the front, he invited a man, David, to open the back doors to the Church and join us at the front. This man, Hispanic, seemed to be very much down on his luck, a modern-day Lazarus.

David joined us at the front, startling Fr. Unni in the process, as David came up onto the altar behind Father. Fr. Unni spoke with him briefly during and after the "Holy, Holy, Holy". He offered this homeless, dirty man the chair of the priest. I was touched myself, but I can't speak for anybody else. This is the seat of the Man of Christ, sacred within the Church and treated as a throne, and here was Fr. Unni offering it to a vagrant.

Truly Fr. Unni is a Man of God.

It just boggles my mind that any man can have that kind of a commitment to God. It impresses me beyond anything.

Short entry. I might elaborate on some other things tonight.