I'm soon to be three posts behind if I don't catch up now. Two weeks ago I spent the morning at the Baltimore Women's Classic 5 K. It started at 8. The course started and ended at Rash Field, and I was hoping to find a 10ish mass in the area. I couldn't. Lesson learned: run faster. Instead of milling around until 11, I decided to spend the afternoon at the pool, all brought to me by 5 pm mass at Saint Mark's.
It is a big blue church and it was wonderfully cool. What must the cost of airconditioning be for a big open room with a pitched roof? There were a lot of buildings too, a school, old church, a gym. The school mascot is a lion. That's clever.
This was one of my favorite crowds. There were families, older adults, babies, young couples. I think this was billed as a youth mass, but I'm not buying that. I think one Taylor Swift joke isn't enough to pull that off.
I was admittedly tired when I grew impatient with church. "That's it!" I shouted in my head. "From now on, every church gets one hour." I turned around to look for the clock in the back of the church. It was 5:45. I guess every church gets 45 minutes. This has become a theme along the way. If you don't pay attention, have you fulfilled your Sunday obligation?
Also, it seems churches are running out of guides to the New Roman Missal. Through my most grievous fault, I still can't remember the words. Will they restock? Or am I on my own?
The next stop was St. Dominics, and I think I'm headed to Little Flower tomorrow.
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