Roomin' House Blues

Friday, the second Friday in Lent, I again went to Stations of the Cross.  The prolonged period of worship and church community on Lenten Fridays --Mass, soup supper, Stations, Benediction is a means of turning us inward, in reflection, for the purpose of repentance. As we came up stairs from soup supper in the parish hall to assemble for Stations of the Cross, Jesson Mata, the Blessed Sacrament parish liturgist, was disbanding a rehearsal for a Saturday wedding.  As we took our seats,  in  a typically teasing Jesson comment, our liturgist instructed us not to spill the wax from the little candles we would use to read the stations booklets onto the pews.  I sought out Jesson to assure him that if I spilled any of the wax on the pews, I would let him know where so he could polish it off the next day.  (Such a response is typical of this blogger.) And in typical Jesson fashion, he let me know whom he would be polishing it with. Catholicism is fu...