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.
