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A girl in my Calculus class and i were chatting a few days ago, and she made the comment that she had attended a funeral at a catholic church. And We briefly talked about how “fitting” the rituals of the Church are.
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The conversation made me think of what a gift we have in the rituals of the church. We knoe we will have consistency wherever we go, we know for a fact that from the rising of the sun to the going down, teh SAME unbloody sacrifice is being made in the same way, the difference being language. It astounds me. anyway, just wnated to share.
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I think the mass is the most comforting and heart wrenching aspect of a funeral. But I’m glad it is there.
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For a time I was fallen away. When I was assigned to Sardinia for my duty as a serviceman I began attending Mass again but had been given a missel and on base we had a Mass only once a month because of the lack of an American priest. So we would go into town. That is were I too learned the beauty of the consistency of the Mass being able to follow everything but the homily until I learned to speak Italian. It was a wonderful strengthening experience which I shared not only in Italy but in Germany, France, Austria, Belgium, Honduras, Kosovo, Albania and Macedonia (althought the guys in the last three were Eastern Orthodox it was mostly the same which I found also quite endearing to the roots of our Catholic heritage.)
One of the Masses I had in Honduras was by an American priest, what a character. An ancient cantankerous old full bird colonel who’d been in Central America since Christ was a Corporal. There we were on this remote dead volcano in the middle of the Gulf of Fonseca watching the guerrilla war going on when on Sunday morning we get a call on the radio, all Catholics assemble at the hele pad. So the 6 or 8 of us mustered up and this Chinook comes hoovering in, the tail touches down and off trundles a bulldog followed by a priest in combat gear with a satchel. He hobbles over to us walking as only old men can and at this tree stump pops open the bag and “bobs your uncle” he has this little altar assembled with crucifix, candles and stuff and passes out the little combat missles and proceedes through the shortest little Mass all the while the helecopter is circling over head. He asks how long its been sinc our last confessions and says to call to mind our sins then gives a general absolution. All said he was there maybe 20 minutes and the helecopter swooped in, picked he and his dog up and off they went to a battlefield in El Salvador. The protestants went without services the entire time I was in remote sites down there because they don’t have to have the Sacraments.
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