I had a very wonderful morning. I drove to St. James Church and got there around 10:15am. Once I was inside, I realized that many times as a child, I had visited this church on Holy Thursday, when we use to visit 7 churches and pray at the Altar of Repose, where the Blessed Sacrament was placed. The altars were always beautifully decorated and sometimes I would pray that someday, I would be able to say Mass in that church. Today I did.
It was the funeral for Mrs. Edith Wilson, who worked with my Mom at Catholic University. Her daughter, who went to high school with my sisters, was also the principal at St. Camillus when I got there in 1972. She has three brothers and lots of nieces and nephews. Mrs. Wilson lived to 99, which she reached about three weeks ago. Ann gave a great talk about her Mom and her Dad. We went out to Mt. Olivet cemetery and the grave is in the next section to where I am going to be buried with my grandparents.
I left my cell phone in the sacristy and also I dropped the wine cruet and the handles broke so by the time we finished at Mt. Olivet, I decided I needed to come home and rest. So I did that and then this evening I gave the talk on Death, Judgement, Heaven and Hell (The last four things) for RCIA. It went well and I was able to use a great poem that Kass sent me as my closing. It is called “In the hands of the Master”.
I’m going over to the rectory and have spagetti and watch TV and go to bed. See you tomorrow.
I left my cell phone in the sacristy and also I dropped the wine cruet and the handles broke ….getting like your first pastor?