Reflections on Midnight Mass

My first realization that something was wrong came when I attended midnight mass with my sister at her local Catholic Church. My sister knew I wasn’t very religious person, so she asked me to go as a favor to her during this holiday season. It had been a long time since I’d been in a church, the last time to attend the funeral service of a friend in the Army who died, so I found myself ill at ease while waiting for the service to begin…