Taking Time to Worship Along the Road

The Grotto of Mother of Sorrows, Portland, Or.

This week-end we attended mass at St. Joseph Parish in Bryan, Tx. On the way out of church I opined that I wished I had kept a list of all the different churches we have been to in the 46+ years we have been travelling.
As a Catholic, it is easy to find a church and mass time that fits your needs. Sometimes it takes a bit of effort, fitting it into the agenda and sometimes, admittedly, we have not made the effort but those are times to regret.

Making time for mass reminds us to be thankful for the opportunities we have been given to explore our God-given world as well as making some very special memories. It is like bringing Jesus along on the trip and could there be any better company than that.

In Dublin, Ireland we attended a local church to hear a sermon making women responsible for getting their husbands to church. We have attended masses in a local parish in Italy, the Vatican and at Notre Dame in Paris. We stumbled into a French language mass in Windsor Canada and a Latin mass in Wausau, Wi. only to realize how universal the language of the Eucharist is.

In Michigan, we drove 50 miles with our kids only to find out we were given the wrong time for the mass and we were locked out of the church for being late.

El Cristo Rey, Grand Canyon

Twice we were privileged to hear mass in the midst  of God's creation, the Grand Canyon.

We have attended services, both Catholic and non-denominational, at campgrounds sharing a common bond with fellow campers. Whenever we are in Atlanta, we attend the Methodist Church with our son's family.

Worshipping with people of different cultures is part of the adventure. A part that has given us a feeling of peace and many fond memories.