The only place I feel at home is in the San Fernando Mission Church. It is a very old and a very nice place. The Bishop that runs the place says the Mass and in the Sermon, he lays down God's law in black and white clarity. Clarity, not confusion.
Blessed to read of it.
Memories . . . San Diego . . .
California is another planet . . . if not another galactic cluster.
Glad there are some sane pockets there!