mulier amicta sole, et luna sub pedibus ejus, a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet,
et in capite ejus corona stellarum duodecim. and on her head a crown of twelve stars.
Cantate Domino canticum novum: Sing ye to the Lord a new canticle:
quia mirabília fecit. Gloria Patri, etc. because He has done wonderful things. Glory be, etc.
I get tired of hearing the phrase, “mysteries of the faith.” There are none. They are factual and metaphorical and easily understood, even to this man when he was an eight-year-old. The only mystery: why did He create me? I guess He wanted me.