Quiet Holiday

Well, we had a very quiet Christmas morning, since we opened presents, had Christmas dinner, and went to Mass the night before (I guess Midnight Mass was technically Christmas morning).

Mother had to work at the nursing home, starting at 7 A.M.; you can bet she was tuckered out after getting up so early after such a late Mass. Betsy and I went to visit her and brought her some leftover ham, bread, beans, and pie from last night's dinner. We hung around for a little while in her office - she's the head nurse - and then skipped on home.

We went to Mass again today - it is a Sunday, after all! - and we went to St. Mary's instead of Immaculate Conception. The roads were just too bad. I was nervous about what we were going to see at St. Mary's, or, as we call it, The Land of Liturgical Dance and People Who Like to Flop Their Arms Around During the Our Father. The "young priest" - the thirty-year old - was the celebrant, and I was pleasantly surprised. He had a lengthy homily about the Holy Father's Theology of the Body, and the necessity of combating the Culture of Death and the "Gotta get get get get what I want want want" society. He mentioned birth control, divorce and abortion by name as evils to be fought - "As a result of the sexual revolution, one third of my generation has been aborted and half of us come from broken homes" - I was impressed. If this is the kind of priest our seminaries are producing nowadays, then things might be looking up a lot more than I suspected.