Going Home

A couple of weeks ago, Brian had his monthly weekend off from serving Mass – and we didn’t have Religious Education classes, so we went home to church.  This is more than the parish for the town we grew up in, it is also my spiritual home, and the place where my conversion happened at age 10.

It felt warm and welcoming, familiar, and comfortable.  Everything was just as it was when we were last there except that the choir was in the transept rather than the loft.  And this time around, my beautiful family filled a pew to brimming.  It did my heart good.  So, so much good.

©Nissa Gadbois

The altar where Brian and I exchanged vows 25 years ago, during the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, 133 years to the day after Ss. Louis and Zélie Martin.

©Nissa Gadbois

The side altar dedicated to Our Blessed Mother.  I was baptized at this font, and nearly a decade later, so was our oldest daughter.