Sometimes I miss the beauty, familiarity, and participatory nature of Mass. When I don't know the reponses, I feel like I've lost a little of my heritage.
Just left Mass for great-aunt's funeral. Mass was beautiful. Christ the Redeemer is a gorgeous church, too.
I am making Seamus write down his memory verse before he takes his Bible quiz, even though it's stupid and pointless, and won't help him remember, and there's no reason to do it.
So blessed at C3: a church we miss when we aren't there, people who care if we show up (enough to pick up 6 of us 2 mos. straight!) & close to home!
