First mass of 2011 at Sacred Heart Makati.
I usually end up having this feeling of comfort after hearing mass, but tonight was totally different.
The priest that presided the mass over-extended his Homily to more than 30mins. I would be more than open to listen for the whole time, but the priest just went on and on and on in circles. To make it worse, there was little to no connect with the days Gospel.
It was pure torture.
Adding insult to injury, there were these kids who kept on playing along the aisle. I wanted to go up to their mum and dad and give them a lesson or two about disciplining their kid.
Gawd, it was irritating.
I miss the days when masses were solemn.
Then again, Im no poster child for solemnity.
I usually end up having this feeling of comfort after hearing mass, but tonight was totally different.
The priest that presided the mass over-extended his Homily to more than 30mins. I would be more than open to listen for the whole time, but the priest just went on and on and on in circles. To make it worse, there was little to no connect with the days Gospel.
It was pure torture.
Adding insult to injury, there were these kids who kept on playing along the aisle. I wanted to go up to their mum and dad and give them a lesson or two about disciplining their kid.
Gawd, it was irritating.
I miss the days when masses were solemn.
Then again, Im no poster child for solemnity.
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