This morning I’m thinking about the Church. I love Sundays. I hear the lion’s roar, “and then he cried out in a loud voice as a lion roars.”(Rev. 10:3) The lion thunders out, crying “full-throated and unsparing like a trumpet blast…” “When He roars his sons shall come…” (Hoses 11:10) On Sundays,with tremendous power, the Lion of the tribe of Judah summonses the gathering of the Church from all corners of the earth for a great feast. Even in Lent, the season of fasting, the Church prepares a banquet. The Lion, Himself, provides the meal, prepared Himself of Himself. It is here that the Lion becomes the Little Lamb that was slain, but now lives.