For me, that is. How can I not smile so much? I was greeted at the door with the smell of sweet incense. There were perhaps nine concelebrating priests and two deacons. Our music was as alive and full of worship as our young choirmaster was energetic. The priests sung parts of the liturgy! The readings were also perfect for what we were celebrating that day, and it was a beautiful homily about service to God and peacemaking, given by the rector of the Corpus Christi seminary. My sons behaved rather well during the entire Mass, which means that there wasn't any running around or crawling around, and the chatting wasn't too loud and wasn't too frequent, and they actually asked about things they saw during the Mass. (I hope that the sight of those priests, models of service to God, made an impression on them.) And of course, regardless of what I or anyone felt that day, Heaven touched the earth, the glory of the Lord overshadowed us and the eternal Son -- body, blood, soul and divinity -- was with us in the Eucharist. The celebration after the Mass was also very good. We had great nibbles in the big hall after the Mass, thanks to the wonderful folks who took care of it, to celebrate the ordination of our former deacon as a priest. And someone told me that, five years ago, there were only a handful of children during the morning Mass. These days, we are filled with families and small children (including ours). Twas a good day. :-)
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