Saint Ursula (week 8/church 9)
Happy Advent! This morning took me and my crew to St. Ursula's for 10:30 mass. The first day of the New Roman Misal was okay. We messed up the first "and with your spirit." And, in the process, forgot to light the Advent wreath. I could hang in there as long as the cheat sheet was in my hand, otherwise I was not good at this. It was also pretty funny to hear people read the red words that direct actions. (Imagine someone giving a speech and saying "pause for uproarious laughter.") Hey Hilgartner, I notice His wasn't changed to God's in the new translation.
St. Ursula's is a stone church. It has two columns of dark wooden pews, red and blue stained glass and cream colored walls. The crowd ranged in age from babies to grandparents. The music was again a contemporary group with piano and guitar, mostly using the Gather Comprehensive book. I think my tambourine joke is falling flat, St. Ursula's has one too. Today's homily was largely spent discussing the giving tree and adopt a family programs. At the end of mass, we applauded St. Ursula's newest altar server, who was introduced as someone who would grow up to be the first woman priest.
I can't imagine Advent without the giving tree, so I'll have to figure out how to make that work. It's not like you can pull a tag at one church and drop it off at the next.
Who was St. Ursula? (I knew I should have found a copy of Picture Book of the Saints before starting this.) She was the daughter of a British Christian king who was granted a postponement of marriage that she did not want. She was later killed by Pagan huns when she refused to marry their chieftain.
Next week looks like St. Joe's Fullerton.
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