Last night I went to a presentation (lecture?) by an academic priest (is there such things?) on Who Killed Jesus that was held at my new parish. There are 2 more programs in the session. It was truly fascinating. He talked about the various sects in Judaism and the political and geographical and sectional influences in Jesus' day. I learned so much (and he assigned us homework). It is great to have someone who knows tell you things instead of reading books that have more details than I really wanted to know. This priest was a good storyteller and he knew his facts, so it was very interesting.
Sunday evening isn't the best time for many people to go out to a program. I totally understand that. People with school children usually have a lot of odds and ends to finish up on a Sunday evening. But, I am past that stage. Sunday night is convenient for me.
The church wasn't packed, but full enough. It was a pretty good turn out. As I left a gentleman held the door and called me "young lady." Usually when someone says that to me these days they are joking. I think he meant it. As I looked out over the crowd I realized that I was one of the youngest people there. I was a "young lady." So, on top of the gift of a really good program at a time that was convenient for me, I got to feel young in the company of my "elders."