Anniversary Mass at the Oakland Cathedral

My parents kicked off their 40th wedding anniversary festivities with a 3pm mass on Saturday at the Cathedral of Christ the Light in Oakland. They were married on September 23, 1972 at St. Mary’s church in Oakland which is no longer functioning. That’s also where we were baptized. All of the documents recording these events have been subsumed under the Cathedral which is where I easily (to my surprise) located my baptismal certificate required for our Catholic wedding. I called the receptionist and she mailed it out that same day. Crazy!

It was a full mass with a cantor (she had an unbelievable voice), an organist, readings read by me and my sister, petitions read by my brother-in-law, a homily by a priest of my parents’ choosing, and communion. My sister made boutonnieres for all the relatives who were at my parents’ wedding 40 years ago. It’s pretty amazing that almost all the attendees made it to the anniversary mass 40 years later!

One blast from the past picture, then the recent pics. The last picture is a subset of my mom’s family (a brother and two sisters and their respective children). There are 2 sets of natural twins; see if you can pinpoint them.

Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

You gotta check out the ashes I got doused with at the 5:15pm mass at Old St. Mary’s. It’s good I went in the evening; people would have thought I was nuts walking around with a black forehead.

I didn’t realize what I looked like until I came home and got undressed. Quickly grabbed my camera to take this shot and randomly got the cross in the background. I swear that was not planned! God works in mysterious ways.

Last year for Lent, I gave up alcohol. One previous year, I gave up anger. Another year, I ran every day. I thought this time around, I’d give up anger again. When I did that before, I really did feel like a better person—even if it was only for the Lenten period. Then I went back to my stormy, brooding old self. But I gave it more thought and decided that this Lent, I’d really put into practice the Secret and the law of attraction which I’m a firm believer in.

I often hear Catholics say you need to give up something for Lent. Don’t pay attention to those people. They have no idea what they’re talking about. If they need proof, I can point to a myriad of priests who simply advocate doing what you need to do to become a better person and more Christ-like. What’s better? DOING an act of kindness everyday or GIVING UP ice-cream.

I found an article online describing 10 principles for living out the Lenten season. One of the best articles I’ve read on Lent. I will post that soon.

Christmas at Notre Dame des Victoires

I’ve been going to Christmas mass every year for my lifetime. I’ve waited in the cold to get in. I’ve smooshed up to others to fit into a pew. I’ve gone early and waited an hour beforehand. What a waste of time! Didn’t matter whether I was in Alameda or San Francisco. There have always been crowds of Catholics needing to get their Jesus fix.

This year, we walked down the hill to Notre Dame des Victoires in the city. I was thoroughly annoyed at Dean because we were running a late. “We’re not going to get a seat!” I screamed as I puttered along in front of him. We showed up at 9:01am on Saturday Christmas morning and the priest practically escorted us to a vacant pew. The place wasn’t even a quarter full. So surprising, also because the pastor is pretty bad ass with his homilies. I call the rectory to ask which masses he’ll be presiding at.

Never have I seen a place so under-populated on Christmas. Unbelievable. Plus they had a reception afterwards. Cheese, crackers, cookies, sliced meat, juice, and coffee. Yeah!

Now you know. A place where you don’t have to fight the mad crowds which I have very little patience for.

A Parable for Penn State

By now we’re all completely infuriated by the Sandusky scandal, but what really gets my blood boiling are the insensitive people who protested in support of coach Joe Paterno. My God! They are just as bad as the administration who covered up the sexual abuse. These are people who value sport, championship, and legacy over the well-being of children. Disgusting. They make me want to fly out there and give each one of them a thousand lashings.

At church on Sunday, I spent the whole Mass slumped over in a pew, but still listening.

The gospel was a parable about a master who gave each of his three servants a bag of gold. I’m paraphrasing here, but two of the servants doubled the master’s wealth and were rewarded. One servant took the bag of gold and essentially buried it. Tada, there was no wealth generation and the master severely castigated him. You can deduce that the point of the parable is to fucking make something of your life. Don’t be a useless nobody clueless on how to cultivate your inherent talent.

I truly admire the priest who gave a homily that spoke to current events, to something that we were all thinking about, and how we can learn from the scripture. He said that God will be judging Sandusky as he judges all of us. And who do you want to be? Do you seek God’s favor, or do you not?

I’m also proud of him for saying this:

“I want you to hear this from a priest, a catholic priest. If you ever see a child being abused or touched in any inappropriate way, go to the police. Don’t tell your superior, or a priest, or a confidante. Go to the police. A crime is being committed.”

He prefaced that by saying the priests at St. Dominic’s have to go through rigorous screenings, attend child abuse training classes, etc, but yeah look where that’s gotten the catholic church. Uhh, nowhere. So again, I’m so glad that he spoke up for the right protocol.

Hidden Talents

The last time I was at church, I realized there’s something I no longer do now that I’m married. I stopped singing and that makes me sad. But it couldn’t have made me very sad since I didn’t realize it until recently–after almost one year of marriage. Awake from your slumber. Arise from your sleep. I croaked out the words to the catholic hymn during mass, then silenced myself. What happened to my voice. God I suck.

Then I got to thinking, there are a lot of things I used to do before I was married that I don’t do anymore. And I’m not talking about the typical things you hear like having to ask permission for a girls night out, combining finances, remembering anniversaries, dealing with in-laws.

I’m talking about coming home after work, stripping down to your skivvies, and pumping up your iTunes to reenact Tom Cruise in Risky Business. I’m talking about googling the lyrics to your favorite songs and harmonizing to Alanis Morissette’s Ironic or Tori Amos’s A Sorta Fairytale. I’m talking about popping in your favorite workout DVD and sweating to Daft Punk. Around the world, around the world. Around the world, around the world! Can you imagine belting out the song Umbrella with a pen as your microphone, mimicking Rihanna’s dance moves, and your husband walks in on you?

In the era of Glee, Lady Gaga, and Britney’s comeback tour, I’m like, I am missing out! I gotta practice my moves!

When I’m huddled over my laptop, rapidly typing away, Dean will come over and ask what I’m writing about. Dude, can a budding writer get some privacy? Shit, go back to browsing ESPN or whatever it is you do. I’m not nosing around your business.

Married people, how do you continue to foster your hidden talents?

Single people, take full advantage of your alone time.

O city of gladness now lift up your voice. Proclaim the good tidings that all may rejoice.

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