So, we decided to go to Church on Easter Eve, which was an Easter Vigil. Mass started around 6PM. Debbie said it would be a long Mass (I forget exactly why) but this Mass had 3 or 4 Bishops, a few Cardinals I think, and if I didn't any better, I would have thought the Pope himself was there. This was one of those big deals where all the Grand Poobah's in the big high hats and flowing capes tossed insense and myhr at the Parishoners. We started out outside with a candlelight vigil and then paraded back inside to take our seats. The music was absolutely the best I'd ever heard. I was sure I was in Heaven. After about 2 hours though (they were baptising people and we had to listen to the Bishops do everything in 3 different languages), Dad got resless and snuck out. Then, Mom snuck out shortly thereafter. Then, Russ snuck out. So, Debbie and I looked at each other and thought "We can't leave now, they are doing the Eucharist" and that just wouldn't be right. So we stayed put. Pretty soon, Dad snuck back in, followed by Mom. Then Russ came back. So about another half hour went by, and it was past 9:00, getting too close to Dad's 9:22 bed-time. So, Dad says "after you take Communion, walk out the door". So we all filed out right after Communion. I hate doing that, but we were in there for at least 3 hours already. As it was, Dad didn't get to bed until after 10:00. But I have to say, I love that Church to this day, and the music was still the best I have ever heard.
4 comments:
Thank you for this story, Kay. Yes, that was quite the mass. I've never seen one quite like it - ever! I sure would have liked to stay until the end just to hear the wonderful music. There was even a t-bone! I bet it didn't get over until 2:00 a.m., though. We were all sound asleep by that time!
I am just sitting here laughing at your story, Kay. Wonder what all the other people thought of us, and if they all stayed until the end!
Fun times.
Kay you crack me up! I'm pretty sure the Grand Poobahs did not toss myhr at the parishioners! HAHA!
No one would believe me when I said this isn't a regular mass, it lasts for hours! And I was right! Ah, that felt so good to say that:) But on Easter morning we were happy that we could stay at home in our jammies and not have to go to mass.
The Grand Poobahs were actually bishops and archbishops. The myhr was holy water! We were very blessed with it that night, weren't we?
Yes, Kay - you crack me up, too!
Tell them about the time Sammy dog followed you and Janet to church, and he stunk to high Heaven.
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