We see that phrase in our missals or Magnificats a lot during Holy Week, occurring often during the reading of the Passion, after Jesus gave up the Spirit and died. There is a rustling while people kneel down (and a quiet thudding as kneelers are unlimbered by the less-prepared) all over the Church. Breathing quiet, heads down, composing the mind and soul, waiting for the sign from the priest to stand up and continue.
We've had Lent, and Terri Schiavo, and now the Holy Father. I'm spiritually exhausted, and I bet many of you are too. Shall we take a moment for silent prayer, and then come out with a brave face and a happy spirit?
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