Before the “Happy” Church
ALEX writes:
Shall I say what the Church was when I was growing up in Chicago in the late ’50s?
Six a.m. mass said in the cold, dark of winter with one little old lady dressed in black occupying the back row.
Ringing the church bells for Mass and allowing the rope to carry you up 15 feet to the ceiling.
Christmas High Mass at midnight with hundreds of parishioners and many altar servers.
The doors to the church open late everyday so you could pray when it came on you. (more…)


