In the past twelve months, I’ve posted photos of two churches where Kathryn and I were called to be godparents to newborns. However, just this past Easter, we visited Immaculate Conception in Newburyport, Massachusetts, where I was baptized as a newborn, approximately a thousand years ago.
One of Kathryn’s aunts was able to join us for Mass, which was especially nice.
The weirdest moment at Immaculate Conception came when we were heading back to the car after Mass. A parishioner approached us to interrogate me about the book I was carrying. It was a hand missal. He’d apparently never seen one before.