I went to Mass this morning, and you probably couldn't. So I'll tell you about it.
Our governor, considering the best available advice (the kind that comes from The Don) is opening Florida as fast as he can. For one thing, Rudy Guilliani is delinquent in property tax on his Palm Beach condo; we had to get people back to work to dun him. In keeping with the spirit of everything, our bishops are reopening the churches.
On Monday weekday Masses started, and this Sunday, y'all come but stay six feet apart and please, please, please observe social distance. (OK, we know you won't observe social distance, but we are required to ask.)
I didn't return Monday because it was Memorial Day and first Mass since March 19, so a crowd was likely. Only forty showed up, I am told. I missed Tuesday because of my grocery shopping hour, and Wednesday because of the men's group. So today was the day.
It was different, but not that different. Every other pew had a rope across the entrance and a sign explaining why. Thursday attendance usually has been the lowest of the week. There were 27 of us today, about half or an ordinary Thursday. We were all sitting at the ends of unblocked pews, except for three people from Century Village (over-55 community) who came together and sat together. That is OK under the rules. We all wore masks.
It is hard to sing with a mask on.
At Communion Deacon Pete read a prepared statement recommending reception in the hand and asking people who want to receive on the tongue anyway to wait until last. Pete tells the mouth-takers are pretty much ignoring the request. They are supposed to receive from the kamikazi priest. But Father George sat down, and Pete had to risk seppuku.
The rest of us received in two hands and then used one to raise or lower our masked. The raisers and lowerers seemed to be about 50-50.
We did better than I am told is usual at maintaining distance leaving church.
There was a Mass, but it had strong elements of learning to color between the lines. I am in no hurry to try it with a full house of one-third the usual Sunday Mass crowd while the state teeters on the edge of a surge (and Rudy isn't answering his phone). I told the pastor last week that he'll see me on a Sunday sometime in October.
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