Blog blast part deux, day two. In my next of catch up posts, I'll be writing about Saint Clare in Essex. I'm learning a lot about church geography. I realized that Mount Carmel and Saint Clare are not very far apart.
This was a sunny Sunday. Saint Clare's is next to a firehouse, and lucky for me, there were some firefighters playing basketball outside.I made it to the Saint Clare campus and had to look at the signs to figure out where to go. Remember, church entrances aren't always obvious.
Anyway, you trek around the buildings and follow to some glass doors and walk downstairs. St. Clare's looks like you took someone's really awesome club basement, dusted off and lined up your very best statues, and put in a whole bunch of church pews.
The mass I went to featured their contemporary choir, which as best I can tell is headed up by a husband and wife team. There were a bunch of kids around and a lot of them were enjoying sitting on the kneelers. The crowd was split between Ravens purple and Orioles orange.
The homily started out with a question. To paraphrase...why do we do this, why do we get up on Sundays, get dressed and come to church? That got my attention, I mean, what are we doing? Unfortunately, I didn't get many answers, but that's okay.
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