A good beginning

I went to Mass at the Church of the Six Flags over Jesus this morning. This was the last Mass I could attend before the Big Herod comes back. I left right after Mass and it was raining. If I stay around, half of the parishioners talk to me and half of them run away. I don't care either way any more. However, there was a young woman there whom I have not seen in a long time. I am not sure if she now comes to daily Masses. I pray for her often and so this was very nice to see somebody for whom I pray often. She sat way in the back where I sat - I like it there - and I could tell her that I pray for her and she thanked me. It was a good beginning.