Route 1 from Lynnfield to Revere did its best impression of a parking lot yesterday morning. This made what would normally be a twenty minute ride to Wellington Station to turn into a nearly sixty minute ride. On top of the hideous driving leg of the trip into Boston, the Orange Line train took its damned sweet time rattling from station to station.
Tuesday is the day the Christian Meditation group gathers at the Cathedral Church of St Paul. All the commuting delays added up to getting into town well after the sitting had started. Not wanting to clomp in during the middle of things, I instead walked around for a bit and then went to the 12:15 at the Paulist Center.
The 12:15 is a lightly attended liturgy and so folks spread themselves out in the low light of the spare sanctuary. I actually liked that. I sat in a far back corner to the right, quietly mumbling the old-style responses to all the call and response prayers..
Yesterday was the Feast of the Martyrs. The priest, visiting from New Mexico where he worked with Native Americans, wore blood red vestments. He briefly spoke about modern day martyrs like those being killed with alarming regularity in the Middle East and the nine people murdered in Charleston SC.