Today we went to Mass at the Dayton Celtic Festival. The priest who can read Gaelic was injured and could not celebrate, so we had a regular English Mass except for the readings. One of the Irish musicians, strictly a layman, read the first and second readings in Gaelic, so we had that much at least. And the replacement celebrant did an excellent job.
But I had a hard time fully concentrating on the service. The weather was absolutely gorgeous - bright sun, clear sky, perfect temperature (at least in the shade.) And standing there in the crowd, looking over the riverfront toward the Main Street bridge, it was a wonderful sight. The grass and trees were glowing green, the levee wall looked clean and bright, even the aging buildings looked pretty. The whole experience was near heavenly.
I don't regret living my whole life in Dayton. It's not the greatest city ever, but it's OK. Today, however, I was positively glad and thankful to be in Dayton. Thanks for another blessing, Lord.