Sunday, April 14, 2019
She takes the cake
So, yesterday, my baking marathon, it was worth it!
Good thing I did it! Because we had over 50 people at coffee hour.
We needed that food!
It is funny because it is hard to predict what kind of crowd we will have. I brought two Crock Pots and I felt stupid, doing that. I thought: It is Palm Sunday, the Mass will be long considering the procession and the Passion and everything, no one will come.
As if in a dream I saw everyone heading for the hall. Which makes me very happy. If there is one thing I hate it is seeing people getting into their cars and heading for home instead of to coffee hour.
Here is another thing that made me happy. Everything went smoothly with my friend Margaret doing a lot of the set-up ...
... and I was able to make the tail end of the Palm Sunday procession. Here I had been thinking I would miss all of it. I kind of gave up on it and perhaps that calmed me down because I was resigned to that. I worked calmly getting things together, no hurry, and lo and behold, there I was, in the procession. Not for all of it, but for some of it. That was neat.
There was one other year when I was late and experienced the procession from the inside out. Now THAT was really cool.
I stood there in the church with my usher friend Mike and we waited in silence. It was Mike's job to open the door when he heard the knock.
The priest raps on the door. That is how it has gone for centuries and so we were upholding this ancient tradition. We waited, not knowing when the procession would arrive.
And all of a sudden, the knock!!
And we opened the door. And Father Justus was standing there, surrounded by pomp and circumstance and all the parishioners behind him in this great procession.
I was telling my usher friend Joe today, I cannot believe traditions like that have been lost in the modern Catholic Church. I cannot believe I did not grow up with them. I was deprived.
I should sue!! Because there is nothing like this. It is beautiful and magical. Better late than never, you know, that I have come to experience it.
That and, I got to hear the lines about the horns of the unicorns.
A perfect Palm Sunday!