Jelly beans

Did the hideous guitar Mass at 5:30 at St. Stephen's. They passed out word sheets, but they needed music cause nobody knew the melody for several of the hymns (especially "Christ, Be Our Light" for the processional and "Now We Remain" for the Offeratory (sic)). The other two hymns were known, and, while the congregation barely murmured, some female sitting in the back of the nave was singing loudly and not with the cantoress and the guitar boy. At communion, I do believe that that was the most depressing rendition of "One Bread, One Body" I have ever heard in my life. Recessional hymn was "Love Divine, All Loves Excelling," an interesting "canon" with the loud singer woman.

Monsignor preached about Lent, giving up jelly beans or Jim Beam, torturing his nephews with candy, and told the story of Moses and the Great Bronze Serpent. It was Laetare Sunday, so he was in his rose chasuble, which was a good two feet too short.