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Lynn-D
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I too am tall and would have loved for you to sit down next to me and we might even have been able to talk a bit before the beginning of mass.The parishoner and seminarian I wrote about earlier had the last word during the RCIA class, when they agreed with each other, to wear “The best that you have.” I asked if they wanted me to wear the best that I have? They agreed with each other-that God deserved nothing less.
The next Sunday and the one after, I arrived at the Mass they attended with a dress suit, heels (I’m tall anyway), a fur coat and all my diamonds on-rings earrings, watch. Hair, make-up… Nobody spoke to me. If I could have found the (woman) parishoner-I would have sat next to her. The Seminarian was assisting at Mass-I approached him after Mass and shook his hand.
The first Sunday, I wore the mink coat I inherited from our mother. The next, I wore the artic fox coat my husband bought me when we moved to Colorado.
Then, I went back to being me. Nobody ever said anything about it.
In Colorado, you wear a fur coat with jeans and tennis shoes to the grocery. lol!