Sunday, March 27, 2005
Summary of the weekend: YAY FOR MY DIOCESE AND ORTHODOXY.
Good Friday, at the Passion, I just sat in awe as I observed like 7 priests, 20 seminarians, and 1 bishop all being very orthodox. Every priest and seminarian was wearing cassock and surplice, and the bishop was very decked out in a humble yet awesome Good Friday chasuble. Ah, I love my diocese. And although I tried to keep very sorrowful and contemplative throughout the day, I couldn't contain my excitement in seeing all my friends who are seminarians who are back for break. They will be the holiest priests - I cannot wait!! :)
Easter - today - was pretty great. I woke up with "Jesus Christ is Risen Today" in my head. Heck yes! It was also the processional song today at Mass, which was exciting. Then the cantor decided it would be a good idea to sing the Easter Sequence, starting in Latin, then switching to English, then going back to the chorus in Latin. Ok, fine. Except for the people behind me who were very loudly inquiring,
"Is this English?!" ::grumble::
"I sure hope not." ::sneer::
"I can't understand anything she is saying!" ::huffy tone in voice::
"What? Ah..." ::exasperation::
They hemmed and hawed the entire time. There is only one solution for this problem: more Latin. Become familiar with it, my friends. Learn to love it. Latin=good. Remember that.
Oh, and better cantors wouldn't hurt either.
Oh, and once again, hurrah for seeing people I graduated high school with who don't acknowledge my existence. Yessss...I love to feel remembered. Oy vey.
Overall - this year was a bajillion times better than last year's rendition of "Let's Go Down To The River To Pray" (you know...the one in 'O Brother Where Art Thou?'). Last year I couldn't help but laugh out loud during that song (my dad got quite mad...hehe...lighten up, pops). Thanks be to God for the absence of Baptist songs at Easter Mass this year. Alleluia! :)
Then later, I decided I MUST play basketball. I could not wait any longer. It was not an option.
So I climbed into the attic, found my favorite Michael Jordan basketball (the 1997 edition) and asked my dad for the air pump. He just happened to use the same air pump they use on the car tires. So, I suppose it goes without saying that the ball was quite full. As I'm out in the driveway shooting hoops I hear a strange noise inside of the ball. I stop, hold it in both of my hands, shake it, and it EXPLODED. The noise made me think that I might have gotten shot. The pop was incredibly loud. It was actually quite hilarious. Saddest part - my vintage Michael Jordan basketball finally bit the dust.
Requiescat in pace, #23. :)
Well, I must get to bed soon - another week of school awaits.
But not without breakfast with my favorite seminarian, Bernie. :)
Pax et veritas........ALLELUIA!!
(just because I can!)
Good Friday, at the Passion, I just sat in awe as I observed like 7 priests, 20 seminarians, and 1 bishop all being very orthodox. Every priest and seminarian was wearing cassock and surplice, and the bishop was very decked out in a humble yet awesome Good Friday chasuble. Ah, I love my diocese. And although I tried to keep very sorrowful and contemplative throughout the day, I couldn't contain my excitement in seeing all my friends who are seminarians who are back for break. They will be the holiest priests - I cannot wait!! :)
Easter - today - was pretty great. I woke up with "Jesus Christ is Risen Today" in my head. Heck yes! It was also the processional song today at Mass, which was exciting. Then the cantor decided it would be a good idea to sing the Easter Sequence, starting in Latin, then switching to English, then going back to the chorus in Latin. Ok, fine. Except for the people behind me who were very loudly inquiring,
"Is this English?!" ::grumble::
"I sure hope not." ::sneer::
"I can't understand anything she is saying!" ::huffy tone in voice::
"What? Ah..." ::exasperation::
They hemmed and hawed the entire time. There is only one solution for this problem: more Latin. Become familiar with it, my friends. Learn to love it. Latin=good. Remember that.
Oh, and better cantors wouldn't hurt either.
Oh, and once again, hurrah for seeing people I graduated high school with who don't acknowledge my existence. Yessss...I love to feel remembered. Oy vey.
Overall - this year was a bajillion times better than last year's rendition of "Let's Go Down To The River To Pray" (you know...the one in 'O Brother Where Art Thou?'). Last year I couldn't help but laugh out loud during that song (my dad got quite mad...hehe...lighten up, pops). Thanks be to God for the absence of Baptist songs at Easter Mass this year. Alleluia! :)
Then later, I decided I MUST play basketball. I could not wait any longer. It was not an option.
So I climbed into the attic, found my favorite Michael Jordan basketball (the 1997 edition) and asked my dad for the air pump. He just happened to use the same air pump they use on the car tires. So, I suppose it goes without saying that the ball was quite full. As I'm out in the driveway shooting hoops I hear a strange noise inside of the ball. I stop, hold it in both of my hands, shake it, and it EXPLODED. The noise made me think that I might have gotten shot. The pop was incredibly loud. It was actually quite hilarious. Saddest part - my vintage Michael Jordan basketball finally bit the dust.
Requiescat in pace, #23. :)
Well, I must get to bed soon - another week of school awaits.
But not without breakfast with my favorite seminarian, Bernie. :)
Pax et veritas........ALLELUIA!!
(just because I can!)
