Holy Cross

I have two posts to catch up on this week.  Two Sundays ago, I planned to go to Little Flower.  Instead I slept the morning away and went to Holy Cross for 5 pm mass.  It was another muggy Sunday afternoon and there were two fans running in the front of church that hummed away and kept the church cool enough The church is beautiful brick outside and way too pink for my tastes on the inside.  There are two sets of pews, and somehow, I am always drawn to sitting near the columns. You would think I would learn.  This one has a lot going for it, at least in the book of mass according to Amanda.

1.  The people were friendly and stragglers slipped in at 5:20 with no problems.  Sunday afternoon mass is the best.
2.  There was a cantor, piano, and Gather books.  We sang The Summons, my new favorite song.
3.  The homily was light, but relevant, more than butterflies, but less than brimstone.
4.  The crowd was young.  There were a few families, a few older couples, but it was mostly 30 somethings.  And not that I notice this sort of thing or anything, but there were single men there. And not just the ones dragged there by their girlfriends.

Of course going anywhere in Federal Hill is not without its challenges.  Did you know you can call 311 for information about stadium events and parking restrictions?  Neither did I.

This past weekend was the feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.  And I went to Mount Carmel.  If you think I planned that, you are obviously not a careful reader of this blog.  Life is full of coincidences.  Mount Carmel makes 40 churches.