I remember fondly going to First Friday Mass with my class when I was a little girl. It was always exciting to see who you were going to sit by, and you could look around and spy on everyone in the whole school. As I got older, it was fun to get to plan the Mass, and maybe even get to have a part in it. I remember being amazed, and slightly in awe of the Exposition. At the end, the priest would display a huge golden cross on the alter and burn incense around it. I can still remember that strong smell, and how mysterious and wonderful it all seemed, how quietly everyone sat, almost like we were part of a special spell no one wanted to break. Lizzy's class went to FFM for the first time this week. I wondered how they would do. Mass can be long, and hard to sit through quietly. They were amazing! It was really touching to experience FFM on the "other side," as an adult, almost like someone looking in. The church was full of children, the Mass was entirely put on by children, and the Homily was designed with children in mind. It was touching, and lovely, and very special. I'm so thankful Lizzy can have this wonderful experience.
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