There were about 50 people here for Mass on Veterans Day morning. I'm not sure how much that had to do with the holiday or not, but it's impressive nonetheless. I learned from the homily that St. Martin of Tours is the patron saint of both soldiers and peace. They had coffee after the Mass - the first time I've ever seen that on a weekday - and a talk on Dante's Purgatorio. I heard one parishioner jokingly ask another if they were "going to Purgatory." As usual, I know nothing about St. Clare, but I've learned that she's the founder of the Poor Clares, who I am familiar with thanks to a friend of mine joining them a few years ago.
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| Pillows in the confessional... wonder what they're for. |
The main color in the church is reddish-brown, since there's wood everywhere. The windows are blue, and it has the ubiquitous awesome rose window in the balcony. The parish has a big, modern parish center - it's a bit jarring to see the differences between the urban and suburban churches, especially since I've almost exclusively been going to urban ones over the past couple of months.
