So, Good Friday came with no plans for fun. Everyone on campus had gone home for Easter Break. Dinner was not provided as staff had departed as well. So, a friend and I decided to go to Friday Mass. We weren't exactly sure when it was so we showed up to see if there were any tell-tale signs. As we pulled into the lot, the other cars were pulling out. Mass had just let out. But a woman there told us to come back at six to follow the path of Christ.
By 6:30, I had rugburn on my knees and had learned both Hail Mary and Glory Be, just by hearing it repeated so many times! Some aspects of the church were expected. It was very ritualistic, there was a way to do things and you were expected to do those things that way. Something unexpected I found was the lack of community. Before service, it was silent. People came in and took their seats and did not speak. Even the small children sat silently. I figured though that it was just becuase of the importance of what was about to happen. But then, afterwards, the church had a soup and grilled cheese social. There, where tables sat 10, a couple and child, a father and two children, 3 sisters, would sit in those clusters at seperate tables. It wasn't silent but it was very quiet. People didn't socialize with other church goers or ask about life. They just ate and left. Weird.
It was quite an experience.
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