Tuesday, May 28, 2013

An Unsettling Mass Experience

While on vacation I of course made a point of attending Mass. The church in North Myrtle Beach was just fine, perhaps lacking in young people (at the time I went anyway) which always makes me feel like my family is in the spotlight, but aside from a few small details, I could have been at my home parish.

For Trinity Sunday, I knew we were traveling. So what to do? First, I found it difficult finding a Roman Catholic Church along our route in VA/WV without going too much out of the way. In the end, we stayed overnight at my brother's (not Catholic) in Virginia, and Skipper and I went to the Saturday vigil at a church within the Richmond diocese. And it was weird. And unsettling.

I actually was not going to write anything about it, but the experience just won't leave me alone. I won't say too much because I am trying to not judge, but people, this is the house of God. When I enter I feel it only appropriate to genuflect to my God, to kneel in prayer, to prepare for Mass. What I don't expect is to not see the tabernacle , and to walk in feeling like I am at my 20 year high school reunion. There was more, but I will stop there. I felt uncomfortable, and so did my 8 year old son. Please tell me that I am not wrong in thinking this is inappropriate?

This "Just Shut Up" article sums it up better than I can.

Oh, and if you are not aware, MassTimes.org is a great resource for finding churches and Mass times within the United States. I still call or check out the church's website to double check times, but at least you can narrow it down!

**I realized in my last post I wrote, "I miss some of my readers." I hope you understood I meant all of my readers. ;) I was in a rush while on vacation and obviously wrote too quickly!

Friday, May 24, 2013

7 Quick Takes: Vacation Style

I know, I have not blogged in awhile. Mostly I have been quite busy from Lent to Easter to First Reconciliation and First Communion for Skipper to day in, day out kid and house stuff to homeschool stuff. Plain busy. And contemplative, which means I rarely feel like sharing or writing - not in a bad way, just in a "I'm still reflecting and don't know what to write" kind of way. But I miss here, and miss some of my readers, so I felt a tug when I saw Jennifer's 7 quick takes today, and decided to write my very first 7 quick takes, vacation style (we're in North Myrtle Beach!). So here goes...
Just a note... If it's 1:00am and you find yourself at the last spot to find a hotel before a stretch of mountains loom before you and all hotels are 99.9% full, you can fit a family of six in a king size bed (I slept in the vaguely open spot between Critter and Miss Z). Or, plan your trip better than we did and reserve your room! Actually, we meant to get on the road the following morning at an awfully early hour so we decided to hop in the van the night prior while excitement and wakefulness ruled. We went as far as we could before Miss Z couldn't take anymore.
Yes, my husband can drive! I have to confess I was not looking forward to the 12+ hours of driving between home and Myrtle Beach. You see, I do most of the driving. My husband falls asleep at the drop of a dime so I thought I would have to somehow maintain alertness for two days. However, caffeine sure did the trick, though he is still holding out for a car like Google's smart car.
Ah, finally! Who wouldn't like stepping out on the beach every night? Enough said.
Though we played in the pool just as much as the beach, I preferred the beach. Storms drove us off each day we went, but that's probably a good thing considering our pale, northern skins.
No words except that this is my favorite picture so far. Miss Bear, who is my most difficult child - among other things, she is moody and never seems happy - just loved the beach. It makes me want to stay, seeing her smile so much.
Ok, this is just cool. I could sit and watch forever, or at least, a very long time. Critter is pointing to one of the thousands of thousands mussels or whatever bivalve this is that would, again and again, burrow its way into the sand after each wave would come into shore and out. Just amazing. And to think of how much I complain about the day in, day out to-dos.
Brentwood Restaurant: yum!!! We rarely go out to eat. Even more so, just my husband and I, but hey, it's vacation and the grandparents are here so we did. And it was delicious! If you are ever in the North Myrtle Beach area, try it out. The chef - an iron chef if you're into that kind of thing - makes everything from scratch and it's also a winery. Enough said. ;)
And now, time to enjoy one last day at the beach and pack up for the long haul home over Memorial Day weekend, which is just another shining example of my wonderful planning skills this past year.