Monday, January 30, 2012

East Side West Side

Week One Hundred and Twenty-Eight - Resurrection (Price Hill)
 
4:00 Saturday afternoon mass, Resurrection.  This week's church visit was something of a milestone for The Tour.  For one, I actually made it to mass this weekend, but more so, it completed my visits to all of the Catholic churches in Cincinnati's Saint Lawrence Deanery.  For all practical purposes, that means absolutely nothing, but it does give one a sense of accomplishment.  Unfortunately, finishing the Saint Lawrence leg at Resurrection Church in Price Hill was also about as anticlimactic as they come.

Resurrection Church is deceiving.  The outside of the church looks quite new, prompting my husband to say just that: "What's this new church doing in the middle of Price Hill?"  Well, while we were definitely in the middle of Price Hill (we arrived to find a Cincinnati policeman questioning someone in the church parking lot), there was nothing new about this church, except maybe the brick facade of the building.  I still don't get it, and I can't find an explanation anywhere, but the first hint that this wasn't a new church came quickly - at the front doors.  They've seen better days . . . and so has the rest of the church.  The tiled floor is broken and stained.  Paint is peeling.  Water damage is evident.  Looking up to the balcony after receiving communion, I noticed a large gouge in a wall.  Not sure what happened there.  Complicating matters, the decor - what little there is - is awkwardly dated.  Scuffed wood paneling lines the walls.  Lighting resembles . . . drum set high hats.  And behind the altar is a floor to ceiling painting of Jesus, staff in hand, wearing a multi-colored caftan . . . to match the multi-colored wall surrounding him.  Sigh.

I counted total attendance at no more than 40 individuals, several of whom served in various capacities during the mass - lector, eucharistic minister.  Amazingly, I recognized one of those in attendance as a former parishioner of St. Ignatius.  Small world.  Music was . . . off-key . . . consistently.  And the celebrating priest was . . . unique.  I'll stop there.

While I like to root for the underdog, I have to wonder why a church like Resurrection is still operating.  They even have a parish school, although I can't imagine what the student enrollment is.  Saint William and Saint Lawrence are within walking distance of Resurrection, as is Holy Family Church, which lies the same distance on the west side of Glenway Avenue as Resurrection lies on the east side.  Hmmm.  Is that the issue?  Is Glenway Avenue some unknown, unspoken "great divide" in Price Hill that I don't know about? 
                   
I think that's the problem - I don't know what's going on at Resurrection.  Maybe if I did, my feelings would change, but for now, the whole experience was, to put it bluntly, unnerving, and as much as I hate to say it, I don't plan on returning any time soon.  To be honest, I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

ATTENDANCE:  Almost non-existent

DURATION: 55 minutes

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Nope

Week One Hundred and Twenty-Seven - Are You Kidding Me?! . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rog8ou-ZepE&ob=av2e

Monday, January 16, 2012

At the Post

Week One Hundred and Twenty-Six - 99.44%


Well, at least, I'm healthy again.  At least, healthier. Not 100%, but well enough to make it up the street this week to St. I's 4:30 Saturday afternoon mass.  Truth is, I probably could have hopped on The Tour bus and made it farther, but an unscheduled trip home from one of the collegians threw me off.  Apparently, every other parishioner had their schedules thrown off too for whatever reason because the mass was unusually crowded.  Odd.  Who are these people?  

I'll never have any great affinity for St. I's Saturday afternoon liturgy, but truth be told, I'm feeling a strange attraction to the ol' stomping grounds these days.  I'd like to blame it on the convenience of going to a church less than two minutes away, but honestly, I'm not sure that's it.  Oh lord . . . this can't be happening . . .  

Monday, January 9, 2012

More of the Same. Don't Even Bother

Week One Hundred and Twenty-Five - See Previous Week

Maybe I'm allergic to 2012.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Happy (sniff) New (cough) Year (moan)

Week One Hundred and Twenty-Four - Not the Souvenir I Wanted

Sniff.  Sniff. Cough. Hack. Sniff. *blow nose* Cough. Moan. Repeat.
 
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