So it's been a while...hard to believe I've been away from this blog for a month. I think that's because things aren't going exactly as planned. They never do. Indoor archery season is as busy as you make it. And I've packed it full this season. It's fun, but isn't leaving me time for bowling and roller skating. I'm good for my 52 activities...
I've been sticking it out at the same church except this week, which is going okay, I guess. I'm starting to recognize some people. I'm trying not to get too frustrated with Father Fire and Brimstone. Sometimes he's rather insightful.
Catholic Schools week was a little weird. He had the many parts one body reading to work with, and somehow the homily was about human trafficking. I know it's the obvious choice, but I would have gone with something like "some of your are good at spelling, some at math. We all have different gifts..."
But after that hour of strangeness, there were fireworks. In January. And they were awesome. It's going to be hard to top that on my list of 52 church related activities.
This week took me to the Reading Archery Club and, because why not, St. Ignatius Loyola in Reading, PA. It's got the modern church vibe down: Seating in the round, bright stained glass. 10:30 mass was full with hard to find parking. There were kids running all over the Narthex. They could grab worksheets out of kid level brochure holders. This week's theme: It's not easy to be good all the time. The homily was standard first week of Lent fare.
I was pretty psyched for Lent a month ago. Now I'm not so interested. I thought going to mass on Ash Wednesday would help. It didn't. So, ironically I'll be trying to limit TV and internet time and hope it opens time for other things. Reading. Piano. Running. Boring things like cleaning and sleeping.
At both masses, there was some chatter about the pope. For no particular reason, I had been thinking about John Paul II and World Youth Day. The next morning, I heard the pope gave his two weeks. In Latin. Turns out five years of Latin are practical for more than reading poems about war.
I got a book for Catholic Athletes while at St Ignatius. Seemed appropriate. I know you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, but there are only male athletes on there. Until next time...
