the best parts
Also, as part of hanging with the Irish, we all went to Easter Sunday Mass at the church where the Archbishop of our city runs the show. He has a wonderful voice.
My favourite part of Catholic services (which I summarize thusly, as a non-Catholic who has no idea what's going on, but with all due respect: cross yourself, stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down, choir, call and response, call and response, incense, choir, wafer on the tongue, cross yourself) is the part where everyone shakes hands with the random people around them and wishes them peace.
It's just so freaking lovely.
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I used to get freaked out as a kid.
Peace be with you... peace be with you... peace.. b... peace...
People's hands were always so weird. Deadfish here, iron grip there, rough, smooth, pudgy, boney...
It was always my favourite part of the Mass. The Anglicans do it too, as I found out last Christmas . . . I would say that true Catholic sentiment is expressed in this act, and that it's consistent with the fact that most Catholics don't have bibles laying around the house, nor talk much of religion . . . In our church often you would shake hands with an old person, their hands raspy and warm, the women wearing hats and gloves, the small sentiment genuinely expressed.
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