To be frank (altho’ my name is not Frank) I just don’t want to go to Mass today: The perfumed lady who wants (and needs) a hug The narthex politics of Trump or no Trump
The obligatory Sign of Peace handshake-around The pimply-backed tattoos on the girl in front The usual wheeze about the NFL The altar-servers flicking gang-signs to their friends
But still, God on the Altar incarnates - We are commanded there, and even better