The Ravages of COVID-19 Even When It’s Supposedly Over
It was three years ago today when I was asked to leave my hometown church while waiting for a then regular Tuesday Mass on St. Patrick’s Day, a bittersweet day, forever etched in my memory.
On the previous evening, I had been asked by a friend if I could call the local pastor to ascertain whether Mass would be held in the main church or in the chapel, the following day. When I reached him by telephone, Fr. Ronnie told me it would depend on how many people would be in attendance.