tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051809345203103341.post8947080555185867601..comments2023-09-05T04:35:08.416-04:00Comments on RV Traveler: Getting to Mass, keeping up with prayersTina in Ashburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911446639458598875noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051809345203103341.post-83197936763417253352009-05-04T10:20:00.000-04:002009-05-04T10:20:00.000-04:00When I go on tour, I don't have a car, so I often ...When I go on tour, I don't have a car, so I often get those happy-clappy churches. Last Sunday, we Catholics attended mass across the street at the hospital chapel. Surprisingly, they had GREAT young singers. Father seemed to adlib a bit on the text (but I'm no expert on where they can deviate), but when we went to receive communion, it was these little square sort of pieces of wheat pita bread. At first, I thought it looked liked Chex cereal. After church, Father was out of his vestments, in a colored shirt and natty sportcoat, no tab collar to be seen. Whee!SisterMoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12274840593747872793noreply@blogger.com