Last night after dinner I asked Father Michael what time mass would be in the morning. He said the priests have one here at 7:30, but it would be very boring. It is quick, no music, boring. So he suggested I go at 11:30 to the church that is right outside the compound. It is also the church my students go to on Friday mornings. I walk down the big hill, getting to the front door at 11:29, and people are seated in chairs outside because it is so full. I stand near the entrance, and an usher brings me right up to the front. I take a seat behind the choir. Most of the mass is in English. A few songs and the homily are in local language. After mass I climb back up the big hill and go into lunch. Father Michael asks with a big smile, "How long was mass?" I tell him an hour and a half. He says "Ohhhh quick mass today."
I am starting to see a trend on masses here..
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