So it's been a while since I've posted. Within the last year or so... we have relocated to a different state for a job transfer....one daughter graduated from college and has started her second year as a teacher. Another daughter has graduated from high school and she's starting her second year of college. My husband and I have finished renovating our cottage and we've started to rent it out to vacationers. We have spruced up our new (older) house and it's starting to feel like home.
Finding a new parish for us was different this time. In the past we pretty much went to the nearest church for mass. This time we shopped. Shopping for a parish was not the norm years ago and I don't know if it is now. Usually...one would belong to the parish that was closest to their home. This time we knew what we were looking for in a parish. When we attended our first mass there...we knew we were home. The first row was occupied by 5 nuns in full habit. There were at least 6 alter boys with white gloves on (in fact, girl alter servers are not allowed), incense and chanting. Holy Eucharist is received on the tongue and kneeling down all part of a traditional mass. A few of those past alter servers are now in the seminary and recently one of those young men just passed a way. A few weeks ago... one young parishioner took her vows as a sister. Our priest is a convert and he's young and on fire! We have perpetual adoration for two days a week. We are blessed to have found a Church that doesn't practice watered down Catholicism. We are blessed.