I had noticed, when I sat in the pew, a book sitting with me. So I picked it up and leafed through it, finding songs and various prayers. I didn't think much of it other than it was new, so when Father had us kneel and say a prayer from it, I was vaguely surprised. When he said that he would like us to sing, I was more surprised.
My initial reaction was excitement - I love to sing - and I spent the majority of the morning being excited for it. Now I have mixed feelings. I would love to sing parts of the mass (only if others around me are singing, I'm a very shy singer) but I'm not extremely excited for reciting prayers in unison during mass. I usually just follow along silently, because reciting in groups has always made me uncomfortable. The only exception I've found for this is the rosary - which I still say silently, but the prayers said aloud don't stir discomfort. I can't say why it makes me uncomfortable, but there's an uneasiness that has always come with it. My best guess is that it seems sheep-ish and the rebellious side of me, well, rebels against following the crowd.
Also, there's something unsettling about sitting back and listening to a fairly large group of people say something in unison. It's like we're hypnotized...or something.
What we can take away from this is that I'm weird.
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The rest of my weekend was spent writing out wedding invitations. My mom came down to help, and I'm very glad she did. I couldn't have gotten them done without the help of my mom, god-mother, and sister-in-law. And my fiance; all he has to do is be present and I'm happier about working on something (he also helped stamp stuff). Oh, and my roommate, she helped stamp on Saturday.
I might put a picture of the finished product on here, if I'm not too lazy.
At any rate, happy Monday!
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