To celebrate the first official day of the season yesterday we decided to take in a parish festival. Not just any parish festival...the festival of our very first parish as husband, wife and later as new parents. Wow, what a lot of history there. So many blessings.
I'm jumping ahead. We went to the vigil Mass, pre-festival, to see the church and hopefully some of our old friends and pastor. Our pastor did not have Mass, the parochial vicar did, but he did not disappoint. What an amazing homily about the importance of us revisiting our attitude toward receiving the Eucharist. He talked about some history, the time of the Apostles and more recently, to gently remind us how easy we have it now. No one trying to kill us for worshiping and fasting for only an hour? How blessed we are these days! He even touched upon the proper stature of receiving - he's an "on the tongue" guy (yay!) but also spoke of proper reverence when taking it in the hand. This may all sound sleep-inducing but I'm pretty sure it's the kind of reminders that are lacking from the pulpit. We have gotten lazy as a faith community. Time to wake up.
After Mass (Mr. two-year-old was FRIGHTFUL) we headed outside and immediately saw "Miss Betty". She was such a wonderful gift to us while we were at St. Patrick's. Part of a community that welcomed us so warmly, despite not having roots in the area. Ahhh, I get so wistful when I go back. It was such a blessed time full of great formation to prepare us for the present day. Here are some shots of our fun...Mr. G wanted no part of "frownie" and Blondie couldn't get enough. Go figure.