We went to church yesterday.
I've NEVER been to a mass...... in fact, as
a little girl, mom had to bribe me with a shopping trip for a new toy
after attending Catechism. (For my father's benefit- she couldn't
have cared less). The bribes lasted for about 3 weeks. I finally
announced that I "hated the nuns" and the toys weren't worth it. I was a Catechism drop-out.
So, we showed up at 10:30 mass. Honestly, I was a bit
intimidated. Was wondering if I'd get the "Eureka" moment....
"Wow! This is what I've been missing all of my life".
I enjoyed the "ritualistic" aspect of the service, but that was about
We'd been threatening to go to a Catholic church for about 10 years.
Dom's cancer was our catalyst. He announced on Friday that we were
going. Figured "what the hell".
Dom said that he feels a little better already. That's what matters.
Wait until he finds out that he has to buy me bribes every week! *grinning*