I dedicate this blog entry to "Nanan" who is doing her job as "Da Godmutha".
|San Roque Church|
I have written before about our journey of faith with Finbar and the trials and tribulations that we have faced trying to find a church community that could, or rather would, accomodate a child that could not sit still or be quiet for 20 seconds. This issue has marked my life so much at this point that I have resolved to form a foundation some day with the specific mission to support churches in including special needs children into their programs. Sure, sometimes they try. But the road to, well you know, that "H" place, etc, etc.
As previously written, I have been a bit PO'd with the Catholic church since Finbar's diagnosis. Along the spectrum of church bodies, the Catholic church is the most rigid in my experience, in terms of its adherance to a strict way of practicing faith, and its incapacity to accomodate anything that does not fall within its very tight norm. While I have found that many non-denominational and Protestant churches offer extensive children's programs and a wealth of fresh minded volunteers, few of the Catholic churches in town offer childcare during Mass. Moreover, I have not heard of any that assist with helping special needs children attend services and make the sacraments. Finally, most of the people serving in the Catholic church tend to be quite elderly. While big hearted, they are not exactly equipped to deal with a special needs child in "Little Church".
So why do I write about this again? Well, much to my surprise, something, actually TWO things, I never deemed possible a year ago happened today on this "25th Sunday in Ordinary Time" (can anyone explain to me what this means exactly?).
Firstly, Finbar sat through much of a Catholic service and held it together without completely embarrassing us. And to boot, he even seemed to enjoy it, and dare I say, seemed pleased with himself that he was in "real church".
Secondly, after this 1 hour service, he proceeded to attend First Communion class for another hour or more and did so without a single complaint or argument.
Hallelujah. Miracles do happen. Long live the Pope :)
And now I must go to confession...
PS: Finbar and I made the made the front cover of the church bulletin this week. Did I mention that miracles happen?