Angelus by Jean-François Millet

Growing up, I went to a school where everyone stopped to pray the Angelus at noon. It’s been a very long time since I’ve habitually said this prayer, but I manage to remember every once in a while. Especially when I’ve just put a tired and angry toddler to nap and in the silence of the next few moments I happen to look at a clock that says very pointedly, “It’s noon, you know.”

One of my favourite things about scouring the Internet is finding little gems like I pray the Angelus. (Or for you native French-speakers, Je prie l’angelus.)It seems to be a blog with only one post: a simple explanation of the Angelus, along with the text of the prayer in English and in Latin.