Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
One of my favorites as well. We always play "Sweet Home Chicago" from the soundtrack when we're heading to the Windy City.
Wow. Reminds me of so many suburban Catholic churches in N. America....except the congregants aren't as well dressed, the singing not as good, nor the dancing nearly as good. And the celebrant's much older than James Brown is here, and dressed far more garishly. As a matter of fact, I'm sure that James Brown himself could put together a more substantial sermon than most priests today. Hey, if this is what a N.O. parish is trying to emulate, why do they do it so poorly?
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