This past Thursday was the Feast of the Ascension of Our Lord. It is a Principal Feast in our calendar, which means it ranks right up there with Easter and Christmas Day. In fact there are seven Principal Feasts listed in our calendar. Can you name them? Easter Day Ascension Day The Day of Pentecost Trinity Sunday Trinity Sunday All Saints’ Day Christmas Day The Eiphany Ascension Day is always the 40th day of Eastertide, and on it we commemorate the day that Jesus “ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father,” as we say in the Nicene Creed.
“Thomas said to Jesus, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”… from the Gospel according to St. John. Sometime during my high school years, I started to rebel against what I saw as the Establishment, which mostly meant my father. I let my hair grow long, much to his chagrin, and started to emulate my new heroes, the stars of Woodstock. I was what we called a long-haired hippie freak. I know, it’s hard to imagine that the theological conservative Anglo Catholic priest standing before you was once a libertine and an anarchist.
Jesus said, “Very truly, I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep.” In this part of the world, we know about cattle. I read about the recent dedication of a monument to Capt. John T. Lytle, who is recognized as the first to drive a herd of 3500 Longhorn cattle from South Texas to Fort Robinson, Nebraska, in 1874, blazing what is now known as the Great Western Trail. The trail crossed the Red River at Doan’s Crossing, a ghost town about 13 miles North of Vernon. The original adobe building that was Doan’s store that sold supplies to the cowboys still stands there. An interesting note is that the 134th edition of the annual Doan’s