Midnight mass and me
So I am not church goer, although, there is one church in San Francisco, Glide , that will always have my heart. The spirit works in amazing ways in that church and if you haven't been, please go. I digress as I always do. So last night, I was invited to midnight mass by a friend. My head was telling me to say no or not even show up, but my heart said "go". I listened to my heart as I always do. The church was very beautiful and very packed. The catholics take their mass seriously :-) . The service was what I remember Catholic mass to be, ritualistic and sometimes mundane. I stood up, I sat down, I sang, I stood up again, I kneeled and I finally prayed. I didn't pray with my eyes closed but rather a short prayer of "Whats my work here?" As you know sometimes the answer comes quickly and other times we have to wait. My first observation/answer came quick. It was basically that all the people there were gathering in a house of love and compassion.