Written by: Denise Serafini on Wednesday, May 03, 2017
We spent Sunday afternoon on April 2nd with friends at Holy Rosary Church in Cedar, Michigan. I say friends because the parishioners at Holy Rosary are so warm and gracious they make you feel like you’ve come home for a visit. We couldn’t have felt more welcomed and supported.
This particular parish is steeped in tradition. Mass is celebrated in the traditional Latin rite on a regular basis and they have a cloth that covers the altar rail for receipt of the Holy Eucharist. It’s rare to see that in any churches these days. As a matter of fact, the only place I’ve seen it in recent years is at St. John Cantius in Chicago. The deeply rooted faith of the members of this parish has yielded many fruits. Since its beginnings the Holy Rosary Family has had 40 daughters listed in religious orders, and 8 sons ordained priests.
Members of this parish were available as soon as we arrived to help us unload our equipment and get everything in place. They were extremely attentive in helping us get everything we needed. Father Libby came out to greet us and we quickly got the little details for the event ironed out.
The music ministry in this church is made up of all young people and the participation in the musical portion of our program was remarkable. While there are numerous individuals that join in to sing the musical interludes for our program at most churches, this church seemed to have full participation among the congregation. It made me feel like the joined voices that filled the church could probably be heard across the countryside.
The parish provided Miraculous Medals to assure that all the faithful in attendance would have a blessed article to touch to the relics, giving them a permanent memento of their encounter with the rare relics that make up our presentation.
The sense of family is evidenced in every aspect of this church community. We watched neighbors greeting neighbors as they left Mass before we even unloaded our equipment. With that same demeanor, they were neighbors helping neighbors, teamed with us in the set up, delivery and take down processes for our event. And what good friend would let you leave without sharing some small token of friendship? They baked cookies for us to take on the next leg of our journey.
We drove away from our shared experience as part of this greater community in the family of Christ with the feeling of peace and a true connection. Little did we know however, that one of the parishioners drove right behind us to escort us back to the main road. As we traveled down the country roads from memory, I realized that we had better set the GPS to assure we didn’t end up wasting time with a possible wrong turn so I pulled over. They pulled right behind us, came over to assure all was OK, waited for us to get our guidance technology set and then followed us right through to the main road. Friends indeed!