Tonight I attended a Spanish Mass at our Parish. Both to work on my Spanish listening skills and to
attempt to build some friendships and familiarity with a part of the Parish that I often do not get to see. I have several friends who come to daily Mass or who are involved in other ministries whose native tongue is Spanish and it was good to see them and spend time with them in worship. I did feel a little out of place though.
Why? Probably ego? Pride? Unfamiliarity? It was good for me though, that is for sure. I kept hearing this one word though, one I recognized from my studies and from preparing before hand. “Misericordia.” Mercy. Kindness. I heard it in the antiphon of the Psalm. I heard it in the singing. I heard it in the readings. I heard it Father Dorado’s homily. (Most of which I was lost in, but I did understand parts of it!)