I've obviously been meeting a lot of new people and today I made an announcement at 3 Masses introducing myself. I thought it was fitting that I went to Mass three times on the Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ! Both priests had amazing homilies. One was about sharing the Eucharist and what it meant to give. The visiting priest talked about how most people think the "climax" of Mass is when the priest holds the host up and it becomes the Body of Christ. However, he said the best part of Mass is when we all receive Communion and bring it out to BE the Body of Christ to all people. I thought that was amazing.
They had coffee and donuts after Mass for me to stand and meet people. It was so nice but I feel bad because I know I won't remember half of people's names. But there were some patterns to responses that I would get when introducing myself:
1. How do you say your name? What is your name? Debby Shoe? What nationality is that?
2. You're from Atlanta? You don't sound like you're from Georgia. (And most people who said that didn't "sound" like they were from Texas...)
3. We're glad you're here! Be warned, your biggest competition is going to be with the United Methodist Church. That youth minister keeps coaxing kids over to his church. (I'm sorry, since when was being Christian a competition?)
4. Are you replacing someone? Who are you replacing? (I see these are people who REALLY keep up with what's happening at the church. The previous youth minister is becoming a nun. Epic!)
And apparently when I was meeting all of these people they would say hi to me and then go and ask a co-worker who was standing nearby what I was really like and if I was doing a good job. haha The pressure is on! But I'm so excited to be at the church and seriously every person I have met has been so nice and have gone out of their way to welcome me. It has been amazing.
Reflection: Justin lives near the DFW airport. Every time I would visit planes would fly overhead and they would be a constant reminder that I was leaving and that our time together was temporary. Now the planes are a reminder that I'm not leaving. When I'm driving to work I hit most of my traffic right by the airport. I get to sit and watch planes land as they fly directly over my car with their landing gear down. It is so entertaining to watch and each time I get to remember that when I drive home from work, Justin will be there.
Lesson Learned: Carter Buschow is the most holy 9 year old I know. We had a lemonade stand and he donated all $20 that we made to the poor. Also, the other morning he stayed in his room a couple hours later than he normally sleeps in. His brother asked him why he had stayed in bed so late and he said it was because the priest said in his homily that we should all take time and think about God's Love. So that's what he did. How adorable is that?!
The sign said "do it, it's for charity."
My nameplate!
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