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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Parson to Person

#21 - An ongoing 'imaginative/non-fictional' series.

I had a lot on my mind Christmas Eve. I suppose that I was concerned other former Covenant folks might come out of the woodwork to join the Dukes and the Wrights at our Christmas Eve service. More than that, I wasn’t happy with the message I prepared, I poured over it as the afternoon progressed. There was also the little matter with Dani.

Sarah had forewarned me that Dani had been invited to attend a Christmas Eve Mass at the Catholic Church with Renaldo’s family. She would be asking my permission. I struggled to determine just what it was about the idea that I didn’t like. I was having a tough time being honest with myself about it. I had determined to tell Dani ‘no’ because of the importance of spending Christmas Eve as a family. I framed my argument around the importance of our family traditions on Christmas Eve: church, supper after the service, and then taking a drive to look at Christmas lights. When she finally came to ask me, however, I was caught off guard by her actual request.

“Hey Dad, got a minute?”, she called from the door of my study.
She sat down on the futon and began, “Mom tells me that we’re having supper about 7:30 after the service. I figure that we might be looking at lights until around 10:00 or so if we find some good ones – if it goes much later than that and Abby will be falling asleep in the car.” She continued, “I wonder if just you and I could do something special after that? Late, after all the family stuff.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, worried that I knew where this was going.
“You know how I like it when just the two of us go and visit churches when we’re on vacation. It’s kind of ‘our thing’. Well, the Santiagos go to a midnight Mass at St. Boniface. They invited me to come, but, I was wondering if you would go with me?”

“Dani, I don’t know. I’ve never been to a Catholic Mass.” It sounded ridiculous, but I really didn’t know what else to say.
“Well Dad, we had never been to a Pentecostal church before that one last summer, remember?”

“Well, it will be late too. Midnight?” I shrugged.“Come on old man” she smiled. ‘You managed to stay awake when you took me to see ‘Lord of the Rings’ at midnight.”

6 Comments:

  • WOW!!!!

    Way to go, Dani! Box the old man into a corner!

    It's always more fun to see it happen to ANOTHER parent :). 'Specially a fictional one.

    As one who wnet to a Midnight Mass 4 years ago (first time ever in a Catholic Mass), I'd say Dad'll have a wonderful experience.

    There is SO MUCH truth in the Catholic liturgy that the wonder of the gospel vibrates and sings.

    Sometimes the words don't match in the homily (lots of liberals who are as solid as mush) but when they do, with priests who still REALLY believe... it's a beautiful experience.

    D--

    By Higher Up, Further In, at 3/21/2006 2:28 PM  

  • Great idea! We can all attend one in 9 months and experience the gloriousness of Midnight Mass together! I'll ring the bells!

    By Jackie, at 3/22/2006 12:31 AM  

  • haha, sounds good jackie... and if we wanted to make it even MORE interesting we can go to the midnight mass at the Greek Church in Lowell, it's actually really pretty...

    This made me laugh though, teenage girls and doing whatever they can to get what the want :-) haha I agree with D, way to go Dani!

    By amanda, at 3/22/2006 10:21 AM  

  • teenage girls? doing things just to get a desired result?

    say it ain't so!!!

    D--

    By Higher Up, Further In, at 3/22/2006 3:29 PM  

  • nope NEVER..... i never was like that ;-)

    By amanda, at 3/22/2006 4:19 PM  

  • We're there, Jackie!

    D--

    By Higher Up, Further In, at 3/23/2006 2:25 PM  

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