My father recently mentioned that he instinctively nods his head each time the name of Jesus is recited during a Mass service. This instinctive nodding he told me is from attending Catholic school where the nuns and priests ensured that each child new the importance of nodding their head at the name of Jesus.
Tucked away at the far corner of Detroit on the Dearborn border, Saint Thomas church stands at the busy intersection of a major thoroughfare and a highway. I almost missed finding the church, the building is severely plain and tucked back from the road. Inside I found a church as plain inside as outside and a priest wearing the most beautiful vestments I have seen in a long time. I came to Saint Thomas for the rosary and stayed for the Mass dedicated to Our Lady Of Perpetual Help followed by Eucharistic adoration. That week I had need of help and found solace as I recited the prayers with those around me. During the Mass as the priest knelt to add incense to the burner I glimpsed cowboy boots beneath those ornate vestments. And all through Mass and the adoration I watched as he nodded his head when the name of Jesus was recited. I couldn't help but to think of my dad.
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