Jesus in the Market
Last Sunday I went to a Catholic church. In some ways this was refreshing, because the service was in English and I am at least familiar with Catholic theology.
I participated in what prayers I could, clapping when I didn’t know the words and wishing I could learn the dances that were a part of every processional (of which there were three). I also tried to think about something other than my throbbing knees as we knelt for what seemed like hours at a time.