Killing Time by Going to a Sunday Mass at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton's Shrine in Downtown Manhattan




I quickly made a decision to go to Sunday mass while killing time because I found myself waiting for my friend who asked me to join him in his trip to Manhattan. He's based somewhere in suburban Nassau, and I thought it would be a good opportunity to get updated on what's has been happening with him so I agreed to meet him on a Sunday.

I recalled that a mass is held at 11am on Sundays in the nearby church from the South Ferry Terminal. If I'm not mistaken, it's the church that serves as the shrine of  St. Elizabeth Ann Seton, the first US born saint of the Roman Catholic faith. I was egged on to get inside by another mass-attendee, who assured me there's a mass inside. Surprised to find myself inside the small church this time, I soon found out that it's been around for over 125 years. The celebration of the mass was intimate; everybody sung as led by the priest who I understand came all the way from the Bronx. I furtively took pictures before the mass started as I figured how I'd include them in a posting here. Needless to say, I had a brief moving on experience, such that I decided not to get mad at my friend who had to make me wait. And I found myself being more blessed than temperamentally mad. After the mass, I was surprised to hear about coffee, tea, snacks being served in one of the backrooms of this small church. Well, what else could I ask for?

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