|Sacred Heart Church, Cambridge, MA|
As you can see, Sacred Heart Church, Cambridge, MA is beautiful. It's really head turning beautiful inside. I walked in with the crowd and when I saw the altar from the entrance, I was awed. I spontaneously whispered (Irish whisper--couldn't help it), "Wow...it's so beautiful." The man in front of me turned around and said, "Thank you."
YIKES! It was the priest. (Good thing I didn't say anything bad.)
But it was beautiful. It sparkled. It was still decorated for Christmas. And everywhere there were little tiny Christmas lights--very tasteful. The sanctuary had a lot of candles. They were of different heights and lit. I don't know if the church was just painted, but that's what I remembered about it -- the sparkling cleanliness. I didn't see any water stains, or peeling paint. And this is an old church, built 1874, so I'm sure it's a money pit. Yet the parishioners must love it. God bless them.
Father Tackney was a good match for my brother Gary and his family. Again, Father said it was a pleasure to pray with us. Father even let Spider sing, before his final blessing. And Spider's song was perfect for the last sentiments of Gary's Mom's Rite of Christian Burial. Spider's lyrics and sentiments still ring in my heart.
May Marion be welcomed by Jesus.