So I went to church today. It was a shock to my family. Yes, just like many good Mexican Catholics my miraculous appearances only occur on holidays. My mom offcourse followed through and asked if I felt motivated to go back? She’s such a clever catholic woman.
I went on Yelp to pick my church and the great reviews on it being liberal for a Catholic church proved correct. ( I Love you Yelp) This is the first Catholic Church I’ve ever been to that welcomes the gay community. They even have support groups for both gay and lesbians. More important than the mini burst of liberalism, it was a beautiful Cathedral. I’m a sucker for ambiance. The Priest had a heavy New York accent that had me smiling the whole time and the choir had vocalists who clearly sing professionally. And who knew hand bells and an organ could sound cool. Lastly my favorite part was the grand finally. One volunteer dressed all in white did a choreographed performance with a giant white flag. I would never say I’m a devout Catholic but this service is what Jesus had in mind for his resurrection.
I totally sound like a religious self help book right now. I might even attend Monday night meditations. Funny thing is, people ask me if I go to church and listen. I always say that when I do make it I go to meditate. Meditation at a Catholic Church…only in NY.
Maybe I’ll start my own lent now. 40 days after Easter.