One Sunday, one Mass: what a thought!
It will be great to settle in with a community for the next few weeks with a different set of responsibilities. (Writing papers and keeping up on reading assignments rather than wrangling liturgical ministers and keeping up with students.)
Creighton seems to have a similar set-up as I serve back home: a parish that is also blended into a campus ministry.
I can go to Mass early and pray, anonymously, and not be asked about the sticky lock on the balcony door or what new procedure has been devised for cup prep this weekend or how we’re doing the Pentecost Sequence.
From my window, I see a few people strolling back from the church. Two guys in this one group of five are wearing ties. Must be coming from 8AM Mass. My “new” parish has already prayed two Masses this weekend, and I wasn’t there for either one of them.
None of these people are wearing red. I fielded a question about that at home before I left. My take is to pretty much leave it up to the individual to decide what to wear to church, even on Pentecost. I put up some red here–but only if you are reading today. We’ll have some ordinary time mixture up in less than fifteen hours.
I’m sure that among my readers, going to Mass while away from home is an expectation, not a vague thought. Ever traveled and found oneself in a parish on a major feast? Not Christmas I mean–that looks mostly the same anywhere. And Easter too. The next three weekends will house white feasts. By the time green emerges on Sunday, I will be back at home.