On Wednesday, we went to Mass in Spanish at the little Our Lady of Guadalupe Church. Since being here we've gone there whenever we can make it on Wednesdays (the only weekday Mass they have there) since it reminds us of Honduras so much. And boy did it bring back memories this week!! In Honduras, 40 days after your baby is born, you bring her to Mass to have her presented at the end of Mass. The priest takes her, says a prayer of blessing over her, then presents her to the community as the newest member. It's done at forty days since that's biblical and also because for some that would be the baby's first time out of the house.
Well, we obviously take our children our sooner these days, so at OLG Church they present the infant the first time she is brought. Father then blessed us as mother and father that we would have the intersession of Mary and Joseph in raising our children.
When we came into the church the other night, one little lady immediately asked to hold Maria Victoria. She cooed and loved on her in Spanish so much like the Honduran woman that we could have been in Comayagua! Later after Mass, another woman did the same. They just love babies...their own and everyone else's. When Juan Pablo was first born in Honduras, I was a bit scared with all these women and girls I didn't know wanting to hold my baby. But it was a nice, familiar feeling on this warm Wednesday evening in Central Texas.
At Mass this day there was also a couple with their young adult children celebrating 20 years of marriage. Father also gave them a blessing and afterwards the whole community sang us "Las Mananitas."
What more could I want?
Well, we obviously take our children our sooner these days, so at OLG Church they present the infant the first time she is brought. Father then blessed us as mother and father that we would have the intersession of Mary and Joseph in raising our children.
When we came into the church the other night, one little lady immediately asked to hold Maria Victoria. She cooed and loved on her in Spanish so much like the Honduran woman that we could have been in Comayagua! Later after Mass, another woman did the same. They just love babies...their own and everyone else's. When Juan Pablo was first born in Honduras, I was a bit scared with all these women and girls I didn't know wanting to hold my baby. But it was a nice, familiar feeling on this warm Wednesday evening in Central Texas.
At Mass this day there was also a couple with their young adult children celebrating 20 years of marriage. Father also gave them a blessing and afterwards the whole community sang us "Las Mananitas."
What more could I want?
Comments