Easter Sunday

After a lot of prayer about whether I should get over my anger and celebrate Easter at "my" parish or go where I can get "fed" (to quote my former confessor), I decided that regardless of how childish it is, I'm not ready to be done being angry. As a result, I went to mass at St. Clotilde this morning, where Father Jack was celebrating. It was nice to be able to focus on the real reason we were there . . . the reason behind our faith. Happy Easter!