Mass in buffalo
Sunday was my last day in buffalo, NY; this day was 41 degrees and wet. 8:50 I entered the cold empty church and sat in the ice hard pew. After taking pictures of the intimidating alter I knelt on down to pray, my knees started to warm. This moment is always so amazing, the words spoken in my mind's forest creates a clearing in the path of life. Looking to my left I see the choir, one is holding a saxophone and the other at the piano. Mass starts, we stand, this amazing voice travels with the saxophone and weaves throughout. As soon as the acoustics kissed my skin a crackle creaked out of a speaker to my right. I was bothered for a second, but words and harmony focused my attention.
The priest spoke with a thick accent and my brain had to fill in the gaps. The readings began; the first was not understood. The second started and stated " Brothers and sisters: Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. ". The Gospel spoke of how God made the the vineyard so the fruit shall be given to God. The fruits of faith are in this life because in the next we will know where the fruit comes from. We must live as a servant or a righteous tenant and always pray even if it is not perfect. After the readings I received the perfect servant.
