This is probably only meaningful to me, but yesterday marked an interesting milestone. I attended Mass in Phoenix, which marked the last state for me to attend a Roman Catholic liturgy.
As book readers might remember, my trip to Phoenix included attending Holy Qurbana at Holy Family Church. Holy Family is a Syro-Malabar Church, one of two Eastern Churches I visited during the 14-month stretch. The other was Divine Liturgy at the Melkite Church in Atlanta. Since I’ve attended other Masses in Atlanta since then, on work trips and a family vacation to Savannah, Arizona remained the last state to go to a Roman Catholic Mass.
I almost didn’t make it. Using the invaluable but imperfect Catholic Mass Times website, I discovered St. Catherine of Siena parish was near where I was staying and offered a convenient daily Mass. But when I pulled up, the parking lot was empty, even though the sign out front indicated I was in the right place at the right time.
Fortunately, a kindly man pulled up beside me and asked if I was going to Mass. I said that was my hope, and he informed me that daily Mass had been moved a few blocks south of there to St. John Bosco. He had seen me from the road and decided to pull in and check to see if I was lost. So I followed him a few blocks where I joined other folks from this traditional, bilingual parish for Mass.
Thanks Fernando.
52 Masses 