When God grants you silver-linings, you take them. Let me give you a little insight to what I am talking about.   I have been experiencing a side of darkness in our church since Ash Wednesday.   There has been changes to the church we usually attend that has brought me  to a side of myself that I don’t like; a sad and dark place. I guess I took things for granted. I guess I was blindsided  to see that throughout His beautiful church, the celebration of the Holy Eucharistic was just another event like a sport outing, birthday party, or a worship concert.

I was hurting. I was witnessing a change towards the Mass being ;how many hands can get in the pot, how it’s a celebration of the community, a big O’ get together. I am sorry. Please forgive me, not to sound rude or anything. But the Sacrifice of Mass isn’t about getting ourselves  and getting hands involved in the liturgy.   It’s not about the laity or liturgical council. It’s about the sacrifice of  the Son of God, brought to God by a priest’s hand as we plead for forgiveness and His mercy  so that we can live forever with Him!

So as this all started to unfold during lent, I just couldn’t get myself to attend this church too often since it took me  to a side of me that I didn’t like.  Don’t get me wrong, I been praying for this priest and these changes, I want to show mercy as God will show mercy on me.   But, I believe that this life is too short. It is nothing compare to everlasting life.

 So I want to experiences all the beauty, truth, and goodness that I can experiences on this side of Heaven.  And yes, the mass is still the most beautiful sight ever no matter what is sung or who is alter serving. I know.     But, again this short life of mine is just that short.   I want to get as many silver-linings that is thrown my way. So we make an hour trip to a beautiful church in the middle of a city that is known for its ugliness and evil.  But this place of beauty is that light in the darkness and the mass celebrated is like being in Heaven on earth.  Where most of my senses are met with pure beauty and goodness.  It took me forty years to witness the most beautiful mass ever.  I have no words to explain it.  None at all.

But…., Yes but. Nothing is perfect but God himself and the Holy Eucharistic.  So even attending this mass, there are things one can do without; the noise after mass.  I don’t know why it seems that the second the priest is out the door, we forget where we are. We totally lose control of our mind and just speak it.  You are trying to give thanksgiving to God for what you just have witness and you can’t hear yourself in prayers for the endless noise.

Ok, so now back to that silver-lining that God shared with me this Divine Mercy Sunday. We were out-of-town due to soccer tournament and we found a beautiful church in the Bible Belt of Alabama.  I don’t need to tell you how beautiful this new church was as you can see for yourself.   I always knew that just because you build a new church doesn’t mean it has to be ugly. Why or why for ugly churches? That is another story.


Credit to Gatlin Hudson Architects


This young and amazing priest said a most lovely  mass .  He took his time to look at the Holy Eucharistic in his hand and you almost felt that he wasn’t there with you any longer.   You wonder what did he see at that moment that we couldn’t see? It was something.

I guess it was a pure love he had for the Holy Eucharistic as he also spoke with conviction that we can’t be a doubting Thomas. We can’t doubt the true presences of Our Lord in the Holy Eucharistic. We just can’t. We must live our lives with truth and beauty and no doubts about God’s love and mercy for us and the whole world in the Eucharistic.

He also gave each family a copy of 7 Secrets of Confession.

It’s the end of the mass, they process out of church. We stay to listen to the organ finish playing and say our prayers.  When my husband who noticed first says, “Do you hear that?”  I replied,” no, I hear nothing .” As all I see are people leaving the church and that is when it hit me and it hit me hard.  


There was silence after the mass was over. There was silence after the music stop. Pure Silence. My heart rejoiced. My eyes watered. My breath was taken.  Silence there was.

 God’s gift for us on that Merciful Sunday.

Afterwards, I had to approach the priest and I just couldn’t help myself.  I said, “Father, we are not from here and I have been most impressed by the silence after mass was over. Thank you.”  

 Father said, ” I have simple rules. It just a simple rule. Silence in presence of Christ in the church.”  Which he adds,” they only need to see me mad once!”

In His merciful love,

Cecilia @ Hairbows4life


Check out our First Holy Communion gift sets for any sweet girls. 

First Holy Communion Hair Bows 4 Life the BLog

Please follow and like us: