We went to mass this morning as usual. I have a hard time paying attention to the sermon because, frankly, it is boring to me. So I sit there trying to look pious and keep from falling asleep. Almost every Sunday my mind wanders off into contemplating what the greatest sense we are given. I always decide that it is vision. If you think about it we are constantly being bombarded by photons and our eyes can sense these light particles and create an image of what is around. I think that is miraculous, but I am easily amused. Today's photo was taken about 19 years ago in the sanctuary of St. Bernadette. This is the view we have every Sunday.