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Advent is under way, but I am not sure what I am supposed to be doing. Everything is so joyful outside of the Church, with lights and singing and cookies and decorations. But inside the Church, there is a sense of hesitation, of deliberate waiting. I’m not sure what that is all about.
Like many other students of Latin over the past 2,000 years, I struggled as a young man to understand Virgil’s great epic poem, the Aeneid. I have vivid memories of my wonderful Latin teacher, Father John Cerf, 80 at the time he taught me, eloquently holding forth on the splendid rhythms and cadences of the poem and trying, with only mild success, to get me to translate it into passable English.