I did something I haven't done in a very long time this past weekend. When I say a very long time, I mean decades. It has been decades since I have done something like this. I attended a Mass in an unconventional location. (I did this a couple years ago, but it was conventional in its planning.) Anyhow, I attended a Mass said by a priest in a very informal setting. Very few people attended. It was a mixed faith crowd and everyone participated in some way.
And it was both weird and nice. And touching on a spiritual level. It was weird in the setting and the make-shift elements. Now don't get me wrong, no church laws were broken in the performance of this Mass. (No one will be excommunicated.) The interesting thing was that there was this man, who is a priest, who led the show and was what one hopes a priest would be: pastoral. And parts were divvied up (readers, distributors of communion, so forth.) There was even a homily. The whole thing was intentional.
Why was it like this? Is it because I was involved in some way? Or the smallness of the gathering made me feel a part of something larger? How do I capture that experience every week? I won't have the same opportunity for such a celebration any time soon.
Well, this is less a post, than a musing.
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