I was bent on taking her there because the church boasts of having the largest collection of relics in America. You know what a catholic relic is? Google it. My mother digs those kinds of places.
My friend Stephanie L. (a Protestant) introduced this Catholic church to me.
She swears by its peace giving, miracle granting efficacy.
My initial attempt to take my mother to the place was unsuccessful.
It is closed every Friday.
I did not know this.
So we went again on Saturday.
At noon.
But it was closed. Again.
It opens daily at 1:00 PM (except Fridays)
I did not know this either.
So we waited.
We walked hand-in-hand around the neighborhood.
We browsed around a flea market until it
was time to pray.
The second church was a mile from my house.
I had not ever been in this one.
I had heard about this place from my friend Christy.
She once raved about how masses there were "tasty for the soul"
I am translating the tagalog phrase she used: masarap magsimba doon.
Steve, the girls and I liked it and intend to be back.
My mother was just relieved to have gone to church.
Unfortunately I did not hear the news about one of my grade school bestest friends until today.
Otherwise I would have prayed for her.
You know how one of the phrases I use to put things in perspective is,
It's not cancer?
Well in this case, it is for her. Again.
So with M in mind, I intend to return to the relic place.
Gaining peace in the process will be an added bonus.