My journey into the faith has been quixotic. I have started on my own through the reading I have done. It was a solitary thing, my start into it, only brief encounters with other had strengthen the desire. It was a leap for me to make my desires about it known to my acquaintances, and I have avoided people whose reaction to my conversion would seem strange. But like jumping into the initially frigid feeling water of a pool, I have started to make those bold declarations. I will proceed despite opposition from many acquaintances and everyone, it seems, in my family.
As an illustration of the quixoticness of my journey, I have to make mention of my mother’s saying I was galavanting when I attended Friday mass.
I can only pray for my mother at this stage.
The mass today was good. It was celebrated by Father Oliver. At the start of Mass, a man from Saint Vincent de Paul, a mission dedicated to feeding the poor, made an announcement where he asked for more donations. It seems that more and more people are needing their services. The gentleman made a point of saying his mission didn’t get support from the government.
I followed along the Mass with my 2025-26 Sunday Missal. I very much appreciate its instructions as to when to stand, sit and kneel.
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