Look at me, going to church on a holy day of obligation. I heard Only the Good Die Young on the radio on the way to work. Someone has a little All Saints' Day Humor. I think that song was played at every Youth Ministry dance I attended. I don't know if everyone thought that was so funny...
Anyway, Holy Cross was more undiscovered territory for me. It kind of has the same set up as Immaculate with two sets of pews and has a stained glass/pitched roof vs cinder blocks decor. No seats with obstructed views this time. And it was cold. Note to self: wear winter coat from here to Spring.
This was the first quiet mass on the journey. Or it would have been if it hadn't been for the chatty Cathies and Carls sitting behind me. Actually, I tend not to mind that sort of thing, but with a crowd of 50, you should be more discrete in your banter. It was a pleasant night with a message about how being holy is what is expected.
Some of the saints were no saints, right?
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