Man, what a week it has been! The world seems to be upside down. Seemingly impossible things have been happening starting with my favorite NFL team, the Dallas Cowboys, winning a very important division game, solidifying their place atop the NFC East with a record of 6-1 (should be 7-0. We should have beaten those stupid giants!), and being ranked as the 2nd best team in the NFL by ESPN. Then last night all of the curses that were put on the loveable loser Chicago Cubs were put to rest after a long 108 years as they won Major League Baseball’s World Series Championship. I, of course, joked on Facebook that we’ve seen it all now quoting funny and probably semi-offensive things that we’ve witnessed. L O L! We better enjoy the fun times we have going on now here in the States before chaos erupts come Tuesday night.
All kidding aside, I have had quite the interesting week as well. This week really feels like Holy Week for me, as I’ve gone to Mass 3 times now. I went Sunday, as per my Sunday obligation, then we had another Holy Day of Obligation for All Saints Day on the 1st, and I decided to make it a point to attend All Souls Day at this church to honor my mom, who passed away 8 years ago this past June. The mission itself has been in existence for 325 years, but the current church has been around for 173 of those years. I didn’t know what to expect driving to the church, but once I got there I was really blown away by the beauty of the church. I felt the energy, if you can even put it into words like this, of a positive and happy place.
The Mass itself was incredible. The Mass for All Souls is pretty much like the Requiem Mass which is offered in funerals. The differences are basically the readings; there is a sequence in the All Souls Mass and the fact that there is a coffin-like oblong box in place of an actual coffin. It was very very spiritual and moving. I was telling some of my coworkers today that after Mass ended all I could think about is how I couldn’t wait to die. I know, I know! It sounds morbid, but the Mass was so beautiful and peaceful that I thought to myself “You know, I think that the people that will show up to my funeral Mass will be a peace. It won’t be some kinda sob filled affair or nothing like that. Just a solemn peace. I’ll go out the right way. Of course, the people I mentioned it to didn’t understand the true meaning behind what I was saying because every other word out of my mouth is a joke of some sort (as those of you who know me in the non-digital world can attest to), but I’m really looking forward to it. It makes me want to write out a will right now just to be assured that my next of kin don’t go against my wishes and give me some non-denominational “service”, cremate me, and/or have my funeral Mass at some Novus Ordo Catholic parish. I’d be sure to be pretty pissed off in Heaven or Purgatory if that happened. It’s the Extraordinary Form (Latin Rite) of the Mass offered by one of my FSSP priests with my dead body in a coffin in a black suit with a few of my favorite band t-shirts (Steel Panther, Metallica, Pantera, Led Zeppelin, and The Beatles), one of my pairs of drumsticks, and a picture of my nephews (if I don’t get married and have kids of my own by then) thrown in the casket or nothing. THAT’S the way I was to flash the proverbial deuces out of this world.
My week with baby Jesus is going to continue tomorrow, as its first Friday and I’m part of one of the Nocturnal Adoration Society groups here in town. Heck, it might be the only one come to think of it, but in either case, I’ll be there most of the overnight on Friday night if I can stay awake that long. I’ll find out if I can as the night progresses.
With all that said, all of my partying with baby Jesus has given me a forceful break from my normal weekly routine which is pretty much wake up at 3am, hit up my gym, go back home and make some breakfast, get gussied up and get to work, go back home in the afternoon, eat, pass out, repeat. It’s an odd existence for some, but having my days filled up the way I do suits me. If only I could find ways to hide on 3 out of the 4 Saturdays in the month and keep those days to recharge my batteries, I’d be golden! A kid can wish, can’t he?
All I know is that I gotta get home today, get to some of the housework that I’ve had to let lapse due to me not being at home in the evenings at all this week, crash out early, and try to make it to the gym tomorrow morning to jump start the routine again. In the words of Jack Burton and Wang Chi in the film Big Trouble in Little China,
“Jack Burton: Feel pretty good. I’m not, uh, I’m not scared at all. I just feel kind of… feel kind of invincible.
Wang Chi: Me, too. I got a very positive attitude about this.
Jack Burton: Good, me too.
Wang Chi: Yeah!
Jack Burton: Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?”
Take it easy, y’all!