To our happy surprise, the Good Bishop offered Mass at our parish yesterday, on Sunday evening, at the regularly scheduled evening time. It was a vigil for life, since this week marks the tragic anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision. Our Little One, who is usually uncannily quiet at Mass every week, thought this was just a delightful liturgy. Starting with the homily, Little One began chanting, “Hey, Bishop, I’m over here in the back! Bless me! No, I’m out here in the vestibule! Nope, back here in the pew! Now I’m in the cry room! Hey, exposition too, after Mass, this is great! Can we stay?! No?” (Of course, this sounded mostly like “bla, blu, bah, bah, bah, bah bah,” but we all knew what Little One meant.) It seemed somehow fitting that Little One’s little voice came out at this Mass that remembered all the millions of voices that are silenced each year through abortion. Perhaps sensing this, more than a few parishoners stopped to comment on Little One’s cuteness as we packed up in the vestibule, as Our Lord watched from the monstrance on the altar.