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Desperating seeking religion...

After hitting Ash Wednesday mass at a local Catholic church in our neighborhood this week, it is even more evident that we're sheep lost from our flock.

Our first and favorite church, St. Vincent's, replaced its priest a couple years ago. That created a snowball effect - where suddenly the drive seemed too far, the new leadership too much of a change, and ultimately we just lost our enthusiasm. For the first time in more than six years, we stopped going to mass.

And for awhile things were fine, but now we miss it.

Last Lenten season we committed to making mass a routine again and tried out Old St. Pat's. It served it's purpose but never really felt like home, and as such didn't last beyond Easter Sunday.

With Lent upon us again, and the baby coming, it seems we should reprioritize this again and find a new home for our growing clan on Sundays.

Unfortunately, the beautiful church, conveniently located in our neighborhood isn't going to be the spiritual solution for us.

Why you ask?

Well the triligual mass on Wednesday to start. While I'm excited to reinfuse our lives with a little word of the Lord, it doesn't need to be the English, Spanish and Polish Word.

Three homilies, two of which I didn't understand a lick of, not exactly what I had in mind.

Help.