Nothing much got past my Dad… he had rows of the Western Catholic Calendar in his bookcase to check when I was missing Mass.
Which I did today… and I’m only hoping that he’s not telling The BIg Man although He sees everything anyway, a bit like my Dad.
I did get up for 10am Mass today, albeit I cut it a bit fine… the trouble was I got lost. Obviously.
I’m still getting used to my new town, North Berwick, near Edinburgh.
And I can find it if I set out from my Outlaws where we were living when we first turfed up here a fortnight ago.
But not from my new demesne, near the North Berwick sign on the main road.
I also missed Mass last week in the Czech Republic.
But my Dear Old Mum who is still alive and kicking, going to Mass, and telling everyone what they’re doing wrong, says: ‘You don’t have to go when you’re on holiday.’
It’s just that I do… my mantra is go to where the locals pray and play.
And so on my previous sortie into the Czech Republic www.czechtourism.com I stumbled upon the first Protestant Jan Hus… Hope springs eternal.
I caught up with the one we know better, Martin Luther, in Dresden Dresden’s renaissance.
While in Tobago I sought out a happy-clappy West Indian Mass… On your marks, get set, GOAT in Tobago and Give us this Day – Sunday School.
I’ve also been on pilgrimage.. to Lourdes The Lourdes prayer, Fatima Secret Portugal and Medjugorje What’s the story, Medjugorje? Wouldn’t you like to know.
Where I went to Mass every day and wore out my Rosary beads.
While there was also the Camino A pilgrim’s prayer and the Via Francigena Small roads lead to Rome and Jordan The water of life, Petra, and the sands of time.
Do I protest too much?
It’s not just Christian Masses though… I seek out Mosques in Istanbul Wham bam, thank you Hamam and Sarajevo.
And synagogues and Jewish history in the Czech Republic and Amsterdam Pictures of Amsterdam.
So, I’m ready for my penance… and, yes, I know the tariff off by heart by now. Three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys.
MEET YOU IN THE PEWS
