Maybe it was just the usual weepy-pms thing but I was so overwhelmed in church today I had to fight back tears. I usually go to the chaplaincy for their evening mass but this morning I decided to wake up early and take the bus to the church in town called St. Edmund’s. It’s a lovely church with rose windows, stained glass, austere limestone statues and bare rafters…not too decorative but not too shabby either. I didn’t know the 9am mass was a family mass- meaning: loads and loads of kiddos. When they started singing “We Shall Draw Water” I was so startled because I’ve never heard it sung anywhere else except my own church back home and then they called the children to the front to be brought away for the children’s liturgy…as they filed away in as orderly a manner as one could hope I honestly felt that I had been transported back home. That crazy bubble of happiness welled in my heart and my vision got blurry.
I liked the sermon today. He spoke about friendships and how every friendship is permeated with God’s abiding presence and love. He spoke about how God’s love makes everything beautiful- a stained glass window casts its jewelled hues only when the sun shines through it. So the saints are to us, a beautiful reflection of the glory and wonders of God. We are vessels of that love. It’s difficult to keep that in mind- as if everyone is watching to see you take a wrong step, to fall.
It’s raining like crazy. Actual, tropical-type rain.
