Jesus, when you were up there

did you feel every time I did it?

did you feel my blood trickle down your arm

did you feel the darkness

did you hear the Ethel Cain mock you?

i'm not sure I wasn't there but would I have been cheering with the Romans?

would I be weeping with Mary?

are you real?

you're real.

can you sit with me.

for a minute

For I am 20, 13 years younger than you were when you were crucified.

Wedding car " Congratulations"

A beautiful vintage wedding car. Text says "Congratulations"

Country church +" Variety of text"

A beautiful church is pictured in a little pocket of nature, surrounded by woodland and flowers. The text varies (5 text options). Please note no text on the duffle bag.

Alleluia. Praise be to God. Church bells toll a common tune, recognizable by the whole neighborhood. Christ is risen. Flowers bloom down every garden path, dancing to the hymn of a bird. The sun shines down on my white patent leather Mary Janes. I hum the Gloria, skipping to the beat of my own drum, wandering the church parking lot. I make the sign of the cross as I walk through the grass, praying for the salvation of the bugs I may step on. Hoping that ladybugs experience Heaven while collecting sticks to make a fairy house.

Hours later, years later. 

My footsteps echo as I enter the church, my heels clicking behind me. My dyed hair shall condemn me just as easily as my wretched soul. Choir rehearsal, Mass. Then go to bed, and wake up, and start again. My black binder catches the curtain enclosing the vestry. Shall I receive communion today?I haven’t received reconciliation in years, being both too ashamed and too angry to go. Why should I apologize for disrespecting my mother when she hit first. Why should I bother receiving my heavenly grace if my offenses to God are made raw when celebrating his Son, receiving Him in a state of mortal sin. The incense lit in the adoration chapel is biting, gnawing at my throat, begging me submit to God. I’m sorry God, Lord, Father, whatever I’m supposed to call you. Mass starts.

Entrance hymn, Sing.

Greeting.

Penitential Act. 

Kyrie.

Gloria. Sing…

And later,

TAKE THIS, ALL OF YOU AND EAT OF IT: THIS IS MY BODY WHICH WILL BE GIVEN UP FOR YOU. 

TAKE THIS, ALL OF YOU AND DRINK OF IT: THIS IS THE CUP OF MY BLOOD, THE BLOOD OF THE NEW AND ETERNAL COVENANT WHICH WILL BE POURED OUT FOR MANY FOR THE FORGIVENESS OF SINS. DO THIS IN MEMORY OF ME.

The altar bells ring once more, snap to attention. Sing the Mystery of Faith. 

THROUGH HIM AND WITH HIM AND IN HIM, O GOD ALMIGHTY FATHER, IN THE UNITY OF THE HOLY SPIRIT, ALL GLORY AND HONOR IS YOURS, FOR EVER AND EVER.

The choir receives communion first. Follow the line. Cross your arms for a blessing. You should not receive the Eucharist in your sinful state. Next in line. Receive your blessing. Return to the choir pews. Sing.