Due to a confluence of forces beyond my control, my two children who are coming with me to Mexico and I are unable to attend Easter Vigil Mass at the Los Angles Cathedral as hoped.
We did get to walk by.
– a guard would not let us inside – in fact, he would not even allow us to get close enough to the doors to admire the flowered Cross or look inside through the glass. Because???
– the enormous (in every sense) building night make a decent modern art museum. Perhaps grotesque installations representing the bloated egos of the people who, uninhibited by taste and deaf to the sensibilities of the people, wasted a couple 100 million on this monument to self glorificatiion could be displayed there – if they could fit.
– nice to see the gift shop and the grill were open to cater to the can’t get into the cathedral crowd.
so I guess I’m not quite speechless. appalled, horrified, sickened, sure.
my mantra – sacraments work by working. grace abounds.
Yard Sale of the Mind 
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