So while I was down in Plamondon my parents went to midnight mass at the Roman Catholic Church and I figured I would tag along. I’m not entirely sure why, as that is not something I would ordinarily do, but since we weren’t able to attend our own church service back in Fort McMurray I figured that we might as well check it out and be able to experience the small crumbs of the gospel, small as they might be. Within a few minutes though I found myself regretting being there. It wasn’t terrible, and it’s not like I couldn’t sit still and just sit back and enjoy parts of it, but just being there…contemplating the religious epistemological distinctives of the RCC as it relates to the faith of the attendees, and then eventually watching them taking the Eucharist with all the…theological shenanigans… that is represented therein, that was difficult. Not only that, but there was a prayer to Mary in the pamphlet which I was unable to copy down, but I remembered a few words from it and I’m almost positive this is it.
“O Mother of Perpetual Help, grant that I may ever invoke Thy most powerful name, which is the safeguard of the living and the salvation of the dying. O Purest Mary, O Sweetest Mary, let Your name henceforth be ever on my lips. Delay not, O Blessed Lady, to help me whenever I call on You, for, in all my needs, in all my temptations, I shall never cease to call on You, ever repeating Your sacred name, Mary, Mary. O what consolation, what sweetness, what confidence, what emotion fills my soul when I pronounce Your sacred name, or even only think of You! I thank God for having given You, for my good, so sweet, so powerful, so lovely a name. But I will not be content with merely pronouncing Your name; let my love for You prompt me ever to hail You, Mother of Perpetual Help. Amen”
As if that wouldn’t make me as crazy as a rat in a coffee can. On the plus side though, we got to recite the Nicene Creed. That’s always good.