Going to Church

It's been a sad few days. I didn't post any stories because I didn't think it would be appropriate. Yesterday my sister laid her husband to rest and I, and my siblings, were all there to show our respects. It was a Catholic funeral, celebrated with a funeral Mass at my sister's church. It has been quite a few years since I sat through a Catholic Mass and there seems to be a few changes since then. There was a lot of handshaking and overt friendliness. When I was a kid you simply showed up for Mass, then sat, stood, and kneeled at the appropriate time while the priest spoke a bunch of stuff in Latin. One new wrinkle I noticed was that during communion the priest didn't place the wafer directly into your mouth anymore. He put it in your hands and you ate it like a cracker.

On my way to the church one of my sisters called me. She was quite upset that one of our clan had been misplaced and let loose with a string of F-bombs. In the end our misplaced person was snatched up by another of my sisters and delivered to the church in time for the funeral Mass. What I found somewhat amusing was when the sister that had unloaded all those F-bombs, got in line to receive communion. Seriously, most of my sisters are quite capable of emulating my dad, and cursing like a sailor. I just found it just a little bit funny that somebody who could curse like that could also put "The body of Christ" in that dirty mouth.