I almost didn't go to Church today. For some inexplicable reason I just didn't want to go and I almost stayed at home. At the last minute however, I remember the story of Saint Expeditus. I told myself that I needed Mass and I needed it today. I told myself there was no putting it off. I kept repeating "Hodie" to myself as I drove to Sacred Heart Cathedral. I was there for Mass, every glorious minute of it.
If the Hodie part doesn't make sense then, scroll down to or search for my post on Saint Expeditus.