Monday, December 15, 2008

In ainm an athair...

I walked to St Peter's Church, lit a candle and listened briefly to the Indian mass taking place to my left. I'm not a mass-goer normally and this was pure incense and surreality. I blessed myself and ran.

8 comments:

red leeroy said...

It is instilled in me that I cannot go into a church without lighting a candle. Blessing myself however spells danger and possibly bursting into flames.

Radge said...

I wait for that most days, Red. Blessing myself or not. I'm a combustible sort.

hope said...

Being raised a Baptist, I always felt somewhat left out because we didn't have candle lighting. That always seemed romantically mystical somehow.

Glad you didn't light yourself on fire. :)

Susan said...

Glad you didn't combust Radge, and that's interesting to hear of an Indian Mass. So what did you wish for when you blew out the candles? (Just kidding...but my son really did that once. Fortunately it wasn't the same Mass in which he yoinked the box of Host from the priest and ran off with it, so...)

@hope--I have a niece who belongs to a Pentecostal church. When we visit, there are moments where we're simply freaked out by each other's rituals/churches! Yet it's somehow all to the same end.

mary said...

I only ever visit churches as a tourist but I always have to light a candle!
They are all electric these days so don't get the pleasure of a real flame.
But I always make a wish for someone, old superstitions die hard!

Holemaster said...

Was it plain or garlic Christ?

Radge said...

Didn't stick around to find out but I'd had a big lunch.

English Mum said...

I go to our local church occasionally - it's pretty and peaceful and a dear friend is buried in the churchyard, but not being a Catholic I've never dared light a candle. Maybe this Christmas?