There are so many parishes around where I live. I go where ever the wind blows me.
The one closest to me is St. Frances de Sale I go should I feel like walking. Down the hills is St. Therese but I’ve never went because walking uphill is just a challenge for this old body. Our Lady of Mercy I visit should I wish to see my family.
Since I prefer the easiest route, I hop on a Sky train and attend a mass at St. Mary’s Church. Here I love listening to Fr. Pierre, a Frenchie. Somehow French man has a sing-song way of speaking English and his sense of humour is effective when he speaks his sermon. It is much easier to shallow his teaching when he lifts the congregation up rather than talking down to us. That is what I call effective communication.
Should I feel the need to drop by at a church on a way home, I go to the Cathedral. Here I meet all kinds of people including the pan handlers, the addicts, the alcoholics, the mentally ill or anyone who wants refuge from an inhospitable weather. Most of the priest here are on the higher echelon. Their sermons are okay. For as long as I get my dosage of Spiritual healing and thanksgiving, that is what I am after.
When I really missed being with the elders, I go to the Indian Reserve and attend a mass at St. Paul’s.
As I mentioned before, the whole world is my church. So far, I haven’t met anyone who understands this mentality until recently I read an article from UCAN News.
Faith revolutionizes our lives…
I would like to tell you what my expectations are regarding this World Youth Day. I would like us to make noise, I would like those inside the Dioceses to go out into the open; I want the Church to be in the streets; I want us to defend ourselves against all that is worldliness, comfort, being closed and turned within – Parishes, colleges and institutions must get out otherwise they risk becoming NGOs, and the Church is not a Non-Governmental Organization….
These are the words of Pope Francis. Finally, a man who understands me.
The World is my Church, this is the best part.