Our New Church

we just discovered it...it offers on each Sunday a French, Spanish, Traditional and our favorite a Multicultural service! What a wonderful idea!

What makes it multicultural is there is a full band with drums and the choir is quite diverse and it sings hymns from cultures all over the world from South Africa to South America. There are drums and shakers and maracas shaking and jiggling and rattling at any given moment. It's lively!

The parish is a RAINBOW. In one pew today, I peeped an Anglo Saxon grandmother with her five biracial grandchildren. I wanted so badly to tap her on the shoulder and offer to adopt those kids for a day of hair treatment. Their curly, wiry hair was unruly, uncombed and a wild mess! Except the one girl, who looks like she figured out how to hook up her own tresses. But the selfish brat didn't bother to hook up her 4 brothers! I just wanted so badly to massage some hair oil in their locks and wrap up those strands in a rubber band.

They shared a pew with an Asian man with his Anglo girlfriend or spouse. A biracial dark-hued man was holding hands with his Irish American girlfriend. There were at least four couples of African women with white spouses and their biracial offsprings. Not what you usually see around these parts. It's usually the inverse.

In the pew across from them, there was A Bradgelina-type couple. She was toting in a Mya wrap the 6 month old baby which looked like she birthed naturally with her husband. In between the two of them sat their other three children: a Hispanic or biracial looking girl of 5-years old maybe, an blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl of 6 perhaps and a dark-skinned African toddler of 3.

A family wearing traditional African garb - the women toting colorful headwraps on their heads -- shouted "li--li--li--li--li" rolling their tongues and clapping enthusiastically with the choir. A large family which could have originated from East India, Pakistan, Bangladesh or Sri Lanka turned in their direction and gave them warm smiles and hugs. Apparently, they knew one another. There were plenty of West Indians about too. Coincidentally, today, in the pew in front of us was a Trini family we see in the fete/party circuit.

Any other place, these groupings of biraciality would stand out and be the object of stares and behind-the-back whispers...but in that church, they were NORMAL...they fit in...just like us!

YOU WOULDN'T KNOW IT WAS CATHOLIC CHURCH!! I love it!

Caleb, who is quite sensitive to noise is slowly getting used to this church. He calls it the "noisy" church. He prefers his traditional, stoic Catholic service I suppose.