Dec 11 2008
Old Place, New Challenges/Traditional Latin Mass-finally?
Life is so odd sometimes. And stressful. And crazy. And a pain. And yet, somehow, wonderful seems to still creep through. I’ll never stop being amazed at the wonderfulness when it creeps in. I just forget to look sometimes.
We’ve ended up at my parents’ house. I just want to say no one should EVER EVER live with their family/inlaws if they’re married. It’s ridiculous. And stresses out a couple’s life to no end.
That said…our marriage has been under severe strain, and not only that, we’ve come to a crossroads. We were fighting way too much, and I was too blind to see what was going on, or how I was hurting a man who only loves me, and only tries. So finally, when it got to the point where we were “no longer friends”, I had to realize there are things worth fighting for, even in this hell-hole house.
We got to go to Confession and the Traditional Latin Mass at St.Michael’s in Scranton. The parish wasn’t as bare as I thought it’d be, and was in fact quite beautiful. And the choir was awesome! It made the Mass not so “boring” to me, and in fact, I had that thing where suddenly things “hit” me, and make sense to me. Especially in the faith. With all the confusion and struggles I have with my faith, when God works a mirale of understanding in me, it’s something that just happens suddenly–or it wouldn’t happen any other way!
The Mass was beautiful, and I look forward to going back next Sunday! The only thing that sucked was when we went downstairs after, for coffee hr, everything cost $! It was odd. They sold like, pancakes and egg sandwiches! It was odd. And I didn’t feel like paying 50cents for my Church coffee!
Also, the Confessionals were in the back of the Church, and though we got there when Confession was to be starting, there was already a long line up the side of the Church. When Mass was to start, the priest left the C.box, and another priest went in the other Confessional on the other side, a young priest. So Confession went on all through Mass! I felt so bad for the people who were still in line when Holy Communion happened, becuase they didn’t get to receive. When we went into the Confessional, it was SO hard to hear! I could barely hear the preist, and had my ear ON THE GRATE! It was ridiculous. It was a good Confession, though I think he forgot some of my sins when he gave advice, but it was a great feeling to be God’s grace again. I missed that feeling.
So yeah, I still wish everything was English, but I’m coping. The choir was really nice. And after, when we decided we didn’t want any coffee/food for $, I went up to a conservative-looking young woman with a baby girl that was ADORABLE, and hanging from a carrier in front of her. I asked her if she’d made the thing, and told her how adorable her baby was. Turns out, her and her hubby live about 20mins from where we do! They’re young, have 3 little ones, and though they normally attend a parish closer to them, they’re planning to join St. Michael’s (more than likely). It was awesome. I felt so elated to meet others like ourselves (sort of, heh). And the husband–ironic–is a convert from the S.Baptist world!! We exchanged info, and are hopefully going to hang with them sometime. How nifty is that? It made my day.
Hubby still hasn’t found a job that’ll get back to him, but there are some prospects. And I need to start writing more…
