All the posts for the next week have been scheduled ahead of time so that we can start the packing...and moving out...part of the Florida experience. However, after last night, I just needed to share our experience at Holy Thursday services; it was unlike anything we've ever experienced, and it was wonderful!
If you remember back to when we first arrived, I mentioned the diversity of the church and the fact that they have regular services in English, Spanish, French Creole (and Polish up until a few weeks ago). It was on our 'bucket list' to attend a service in each language, and we did attend a Spanish Mass a few weeks ago, but it looked like the French Creole would have to wait for another year. But, then we noticed that the Holy Thursday service was a trilingual Mass (and the only service yesterday), and so we went. Well, we shall never forget the very beautiful and moving experience! First, the procession into church consisted of the many priests of the parish, current and retired, and then people from each ethnic group. And...the music! Nothing somber about it at all....think Caribbean and steel drums with everyone clapping to the beat. :) The choirs consisted of all three ethnic groups so there was no shortage of voices and volume. The readings were done in English, Spanish and French Creole, and the homilies were given in each language as well. During one song close to offertory time, little Haitian girls, all dressed in their absolute finest stood in the aisles and used their hands to 'dance'...much like the motions used in a hula dance. The Haitian women were exquisitely dressed with white dresses (almost like wedding gowns) and wore lace mantillas over their heads. This service was truly a treat for the senses! We are so glad we were able to experience this unique service before heading home. There is supposedly a very similar service held at Thanksgiving time. And, this information came from the lady seated next to me, whom I had never seen before. We did a bit of chatting before Mass began, and she asked where we were from. When I told her, she said 'we too; Maple Grove'. Then I said 'Alexandria'. And, she replied 'we have relatives there' and when I asked her who, she said 'John & Phyllis Kern'. Well, we played bridge with them for years, and then last year, while they were visiting this same couple, we met John & Phyllis for lunch. A very small world and a very BIG night....a truly wonderful experience!