I usually draw Monday Diary cartoon during a quiet time on
Sunday. There isn’t going to be a
stretch of quiet time this Sunday and Monday I will be spending most of the day
signing teacher’s contracts the net result being: no cartoons today!
It was an enjoyable weekend however. It started off with Fr. Pfeiffer and I taking
a morning trip to Cleveland to our Cathedral of St. John for the ordination of
5 new priests who will be serving in our diocese. The diocese predicted the apocalypse for
downtown on that Saturday morning. There
was a marathon going on and the shooting of the new Avengers movie not to
mention the outrageous amount of construction on East 9th
Street. They sent out “Worship Traffic
Passes” and warned us to show up extra early or we might not make it to the
cathedral until after Communion. So Fr.
Pf and I found a kindly retired priest to take the early Mass, we cancelled
confessions and took off for Cleveland.
Having an excellent parking spot because we got there almost
an hour and half early having faced nearly empty streets, we walked down to the
Hilton for some coffee and muffins. As
it turns out, the marathon was a 5K and was over already and movie wasn’t being
shot for another week.
The Ordination Mass was beautiful. We saw some parishioners there and asked them
later what they thought. They had seats
all the way at the back and couldn’t see much, “until,” she informed us, “I
noticed people with their Ipods out watching the whole thing live
streaming. So we were in the building
but watching what we couldn’t see on somebody’s computer.”
Note to self: Not
everybody looking at a computer screen during Mass is doing something bad.
Getting back to good ole St. Sebastian (after a quick stop
at Swensons) we had about an hour to set up for welcoming pilgrims to the
parish. St. Sebastian was picked by
Bishop Lennon to be one five parishes that people could visit as part of the
Year of Faith celebration. To tell the
truth, I was not expecting many people.
It was the first weekend and few people seemed to be catching on to what
this whole thing was.
I was wrong. As I
write this we are only about half way through our first weekend hours and
already about 75 people have shown up!
Wow. Some are from neighboring
parishes, some from far away – one couple was from Texas! For most we were the first stop though for a
couple they had been to St. Mary in Wooster already. There is more information on the pilgrimages
here and here.
There was another interesting incident this weekend. There was a man who took up a post across the
street from the church. He had a sign
that said, “The end is near!
Repent! You are going to hell!” He also had a bull horn through which he
informed everybody that Catholics are going to hell. I asked him if it was just Catholics in
particular or were there others in town that were coming along for the
trip. Apparently it is only Catholics.
I tried to get a handle on why we are so special and all he
kept saying was that it was because Catholics teach that only Catholics are
getting into heaven. When I pointed out
that it wasn’t true, he said I was mistaken.
There was an attempt to engage him in the documents of Vatican II but
there was the more important task of yelling at people as they walked out of
the church.
So what does one do with this? I thought about the apostles who “went home
rejoicing because they were found worthy” to be yelled at for believing in
Christ and His Church. What else are you
going do with that? Such is life.
3 comments:
One my fellow morning Mass goers follows the readings on her iPhone...she's not texting!
You have some very aggressive anti-Catholics there. :(
I think you should have asked the police to drive by and tell him to move along, as he was disturbing the peace.
Living in Kuwait, I was frequently told that I am going to Hell because I was a Christian. Christians eat pork, drink alcohol, profess that God has a son and we tampered with the bible and took out what our lord said about Mohammad, that a prophet greater than him is coming after him. This was usually followed by an invitation to join Islam. After years of school fights and my Mom having to come to the principles office, my response was to say that when we meet at judgement day, then we will know for sure if I was right..
Ironically, when I made it to the USA, I thought I was done defending my faith and being called names for it. But praise The Lord that I am worthy to suffer for his name, because I am still being attacked.
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