Last week my classmates and I gathered in the chapel of the Archdiocesan Pastoral Center to practice celebrating a Benediction; and to go over the Baptism rite for children.
When it was my turn to put on the cope and humeral veil, I chanted the prayers, and then went up to the altar, took the monstrance and performed the blessing. As I lifted the empty monstrance up in the blessing movement, I realized that soon, I may be doing this for real. It was both exhilarating and humbling at the same time.
Saturday, I went to the 4:00 PM Mass at the parish I might be assigned to. It was a nice celebration, well attended, with good music. As I looked over the congregation, I saw people, whom I would be called to serve. Waiting to speak to the pastor, I found myself easily engaging in a conversation with a parishioner. A good sign I hope.
Sunday, this morning, I sang with my home parish choir for the last time. As I am gaining a new parish community, I am separating from another. And there is sadness with that experience.