I cut through this building a few months back because it was so cold and I had forgotten a hat, so I know that inside there are sparkling glass-walled classrooms, and an enormous clean room that emits a red glow where semiconductor and nanotech research happens.Īs I cross the street toward the hall, I see the stained-glass windows-now visible to me for the first time, maybe because I am looking for them. The engineering hall is an edifice with the kind of arched Gothic doorways and window tracery that has become the house style for all new campus construction. So, I quickly shower and shave, throw on clothes from a pile heaped on the back of a desk chair and drive the few minutes to campus. It is also the first day of our spring break, so I really have no excuse not to go, but then I remember the virus and the rumors that the bishop might soon give a special dispensation for mass attendance.īut I am relatively young and healthy, and trying to make a good Lent for the first time in years, and I know that there is an 8:00 a.m. in the chapel of the new engineering hall on campus. It is the second week of Lent, and I have made a promise to myself that I am going to attend morning Mass at least twice a week. Time cannot exist without a soul (to count it).
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