Today I made it to 8 AM Mass, the second time I’ve attempted the First Saturday devotion. I probably won’t get to it next month because I’ll be traveling.
I went to breakfast first, which I regretted after I arrived at the church, because I’d finished eating just past 7:30 — later than usual — and I figured Communion would probably be over by 8:30, so I wouldn’t have observed the one-hour fast required to receive the sacrament. I grumbled to myself and resolved to skip breakfast, or at least to eat earlier, next time. And I sat, and sat, and sat. And then the priest came in, preceded by the lectionary-bearer, and as I got to my feet I looked at the clock and saw that he was more than ten minutes late. Hm. Sure enough, I found myself in the Communion line, chuckling, precisely one hour after I’d shoveled in the last bite of fried yuca.
Count that as the second "unusual coincidence" related to my decision to start attending first Saturdays…
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