Sunday funnies
Yes, I know it's not Sunday, but Sunday was even worse than today (if you watch US news, you know what I mean), and I didn't have the heart to share anything funny. Today, I feel I can share.
Sunday was Pentecost in many Christian churches. Red is the color of Pentecost. Catholic churches in my state reopened for Pentecost, although we're still dispensed, meaning we are not required to go. In normal times, Catholics are required to attend Sunday mass plus certain holy day masses ("holy days of obligation," they're called) unless ill or traveling (and urged to try to attend if traveling). So not a lot of people went. I stayed home and watched mass on a live stream.
Saturday night, though, I put it all together. Only the priest and deacon have to wear the liturgical color for the day, but a lot of lay people (including me) enjoy doing so for special days such as Pentecost. "My gosh," I told Brilliant Husband. "We're reopening the churches tomorrow-and they're going to be full of Red Shirts." (I just hope it wasn't prophetic. And I wore a red dress to attend mass from home.)
I also remembered, as I do every year, that time many years ago when my home parish had a celebration of Pentecost. After mass, there were goodies, including a cake. Someone called someone else and told them what to have the bakery put on the cake: three crowns, for the Trinity.
Only something got lost somewhere along the way. We had a Happy Birthday cake for the Church decorated with three clowns. There were a number of mystified people, but the cake was good (and my mom knew the story and told us). crossposted at Dreamwidth; comments welcome on either!
Sunday was Pentecost in many Christian churches. Red is the color of Pentecost. Catholic churches in my state reopened for Pentecost, although we're still dispensed, meaning we are not required to go. In normal times, Catholics are required to attend Sunday mass plus certain holy day masses ("holy days of obligation," they're called) unless ill or traveling (and urged to try to attend if traveling). So not a lot of people went. I stayed home and watched mass on a live stream.
Saturday night, though, I put it all together. Only the priest and deacon have to wear the liturgical color for the day, but a lot of lay people (including me) enjoy doing so for special days such as Pentecost. "My gosh," I told Brilliant Husband. "We're reopening the churches tomorrow-and they're going to be full of Red Shirts." (I just hope it wasn't prophetic. And I wore a red dress to attend mass from home.)
I also remembered, as I do every year, that time many years ago when my home parish had a celebration of Pentecost. After mass, there were goodies, including a cake. Someone called someone else and told them what to have the bakery put on the cake: three crowns, for the Trinity.
Only something got lost somewhere along the way. We had a Happy Birthday cake for the Church decorated with three clowns. There were a number of mystified people, but the cake was good (and my mom knew the story and told us). crossposted at Dreamwidth; comments welcome on either!