[Charloft Winter Bingo] Mass
Hector never missed an opportunity to attend a Catholic mass on Good Friday; it was a grim celebration of the death of a king - a giant crucifix on display, a god adorned with a crown of thorns, blood dripping in rivulets from his forehead. Thick nail wounds punctured the wrists and ankles, a ragged gouge in the ribs from the sharp end of a spear. The priest presiding at the service was dressed in red, the mood solemn. Hector found the whole religious day fascinating, the focus on death at the forefront more today than any other in the Catholic rite.
The Stations of the Cross, also called the Via Dolorosa or the Way of Sorrows, followed the mass, and Hector lingered to watch the parishioners who remained as well. They followed a path of paintings around the church offering up prayers at each, the artwork depicting Jesus Christ on his journey toward crucifixion on the day of his death.
This meditation on death was something Hector experienced himself almost daily; it was refreshing to watch Sleepers delve so deeply into the death of a god they so valued. The reverence and respect given to death on this day was quite refreshing; Hector reveled in it.
The Stations of the Cross, also called the Via Dolorosa or the Way of Sorrows, followed the mass, and Hector lingered to watch the parishioners who remained as well. They followed a path of paintings around the church offering up prayers at each, the artwork depicting Jesus Christ on his journey toward crucifixion on the day of his death.
This meditation on death was something Hector experienced himself almost daily; it was refreshing to watch Sleepers delve so deeply into the death of a god they so valued. The reverence and respect given to death on this day was quite refreshing; Hector reveled in it.