It's been a long time since I've gone to midnight mass, so I thought it would be nice to go to a friend's church to enjoy one.
When I was younger, my parents sent us to various mainline protestant churches, and one set of grandparents was Catholic. When I was an older child, I became LDS. So my childhood experiences of church were of very conservative-type services.
Our children, however, are growing up in a non-denom, contemporary evangelical tradition. "Liturgy" is not a word in their vocabulary. "Responsive reading?" Nope, they've never heard of it.
Until tonight.
About 10 minutes or so into the service, I realized I forgot to inform them about the incense. And then when it was time for communion, I forgot to inform them about the real wine (our church uses grape juice). I got a lot of dirty looks from down the row of seats. Whoopsie!
It was very cool, and I am so glad we went. I had forgotten how good Bach sounds in a church.
Merry Christmas, everybody.
