Going to book exhibits like last week's "Festival of Faith" gives me a chance to catch up on looking over new titles. (Even though the books are right downstairs, I don't often give myself the luxury.) At the exhibit, though, you have plenty of time right there, so you can peruse books to your heart's content. And that is how I found out that somebody wrote my book. I mean one of the books that I was going to write ("one day"). It is called "Why the Mass Matters," and basically it takes the reader through the parts of the Mass, not just explaining what is going on or how to participate, but how that aspect of the rite developed in history.
I guess I can check that one off my list.
I hope I really will attend to my list before all the books I want to write are written by someone else. On the other hand, if the books are written and meet the pastoral need I meant to address, as St. Paul would say, "Christ is being proclaimed, and for that I rejoice!" (Good old St. Paul.)
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I hope they don't write all my music, too!
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