Sunday, during one of my frequent morning scooter rides around the Cloister neighborhood, I turned down the footpath between 414 and 416 Siena Drive. This old concrete walking path looked like it had been here for decades, the stippled surface of the path was partially protected by sections of a warn and partially rusted painted handrail. This path led directly to St Henry Catholic Church.
I turned left at the end of the walkway and watched the valet parkers pulling away cars that picked up and delivered older members with their walkers to the side entrance to the church dedicated to these parishioners. This was for the 11:00 am Service.
I myself entered through the handicapped entrance past a large room with hundreds of people enjoying coffee and donuts, served after the 9:00 am service, while the room was filled with sounds of children playing in the open areas. I rode by the small chapel, as large as some churches I have visited, into one of the most beautiful catholic churches I have seen in the US; Not as colorful as the Eastern Orthodox churches in Europe and on the East Coast but nearly as imposing as some of the smaller cathedrals of Spain and Italy.
A number of years ago my son joined the Catholic Church. I asked him why? (Since none of the family are Catholic) His perfect answer was “Because going to church makes me feel good.” On Sunday ……I felt GOOD