I made this picture extra large so that you can see it is on a Knights of Columbus placemat! You know that HAD to be at church. It was. A lovely $9. fish fry with a friend.
At my old church. The one I left 4 years ago. After having been a member for 10 years.
After 4 years at my new church, I haven't a soul to even say "hello" to. And I don't mean the Chatty Cathy stuff at Mass that drives more than one of us nuts. I mean there is a pancake breakfast there this weekend and there is a perverse part of me who wants to go just so I can see that once again, no one will speak to me.
I know where I belong if I am going there for the Sacrament of the Mass. If I care that it be something that is about Jesus and not about the priest who has a lovely singing voice and loves to sing - sometimes even the whole homily.
If I want to have fun at the fish fry, I can go to one church. If I want to go to Mass and have that be something other than a social event, I can go to my current church.
I know where I belong.