It was the Sunday of the Solemnity of Christ the King. The priest was clothed in white and gold. He waved the censor. One, two, three.One, two, three. One, two, three. Deeply I breathed in the frankincense, allowing its peace to fill me.
Just as quickly, I startled! My eyes were suddenly opened to recognize him as a true persona Christi, no longer an imperfect human. Here at the altar of his sacrifice was the King in all his majesty, giving honor to the Trinity of which he is.
I closed my eyes and bowed by heart before him.
Glory to God in the highest!
