our father..
soo... i went to mass today.. and now i feel weird. as jen puts it, maybe that's not the way i should be feeling?? Well I mean it's not like i've never gone to mass before. The last time I went to mass was... uhm.. oh yeah that one time we went to the Teddy Bear Making Factory or whatever, down in Hollywood. And even then, me and Jimmy stayed outside for the first half and played with our happy meal toys.
Since today was ash wednesday, Laura gets home and asked me to go with her, and she said Please.. in a really nice way. So i couldn't say no, plus I wanted to see what all this fuss about our isla vista church was all about. I have to say i expected a lot more. it was like the youth groups we had back home in the little back room where that one nun died. **shivers** funny how they make that the haunted place for halloween. wait, i thought the church didn't celebrate halloween??? but anywho, now i have ashes on my forehead, i really thought about maybe coming to mass on sundays, but i work..
When I first got there, I just followed the crowd and just waited.. it wasn't until everyone got in, took a seat, and began singing, that i began to feel weird. I don't know how to explain it exactly. it's not a good weird but it's not a bad weird either. I was sitting there and then the priest said something about fasting and the same time i burped (a silent burp) what i had had for lunch.. next i saw the ashes and thought to myself, where do they get the ashes from?? what on earth do they burn?? and i promise you, at that moment he said that they get the ashes from the palms that they have. then I remember thinking man i am totally not dressed for church. i saw people walking in with their nice ironed pants and scarfs and turtlenecks and what not.. and here i am in my flip flops.. then the priest says, some might worry about looking foolish, but that's the least of your worries since you're about to get dirt on your forehead.. and i was like WHOA! this dude is totally reading my mind!! so i started asking more questions.. like why is everything he wears purple? why is there cookies on the podium thing?? is that wine for us?? can i have some? do they ask if you're over age?? did he really give jen persmission to drink?? was i really not supposed to eat today? who is that other guy up there? why can't i be taller? ... the rest of the questions don't really matter. but i think i asked one to many questions that god decided enough jessica! stop it and pay attention.. so i did.
Since today was ash wednesday, Laura gets home and asked me to go with her, and she said Please.. in a really nice way. So i couldn't say no, plus I wanted to see what all this fuss about our isla vista church was all about. I have to say i expected a lot more. it was like the youth groups we had back home in the little back room where that one nun died. **shivers** funny how they make that the haunted place for halloween. wait, i thought the church didn't celebrate halloween??? but anywho, now i have ashes on my forehead, i really thought about maybe coming to mass on sundays, but i work..
When I first got there, I just followed the crowd and just waited.. it wasn't until everyone got in, took a seat, and began singing, that i began to feel weird. I don't know how to explain it exactly. it's not a good weird but it's not a bad weird either. I was sitting there and then the priest said something about fasting and the same time i burped (a silent burp) what i had had for lunch.. next i saw the ashes and thought to myself, where do they get the ashes from?? what on earth do they burn?? and i promise you, at that moment he said that they get the ashes from the palms that they have. then I remember thinking man i am totally not dressed for church. i saw people walking in with their nice ironed pants and scarfs and turtlenecks and what not.. and here i am in my flip flops.. then the priest says, some might worry about looking foolish, but that's the least of your worries since you're about to get dirt on your forehead.. and i was like WHOA! this dude is totally reading my mind!! so i started asking more questions.. like why is everything he wears purple? why is there cookies on the podium thing?? is that wine for us?? can i have some? do they ask if you're over age?? did he really give jen persmission to drink?? was i really not supposed to eat today? who is that other guy up there? why can't i be taller? ... the rest of the questions don't really matter. but i think i asked one to many questions that god decided enough jessica! stop it and pay attention.. so i did.