Grateful to Be Home in My Parish

Yesterday, I had the blessing of attending Mass once again at my parish here in Key West. After my time in Rome, I have been reflecting on how unique each Catholic church is in its way of celebrating the Mass.

Some parishes fill the church with music; others are quiet and still. In some places, the people sing joyfully and greet one another warmly; in others, there is a deep and prayerful silence. Some use the organ’s rich sound, while others use no instruments at all. And each priest has his own way of proclaiming the prayers and emphasizing certain moments. These differences are not necessarily better or worse—just different.

But being home makes me so grateful for the way Father Marino leads our liturgy here at my Basilica. I love his gentle spirit, the beautiful music we sing, and the way incense rises each Sunday like our prayers going up to God. During all my time in Rome, I noticed that only one church we visited used incense. It made me realize just how much it enriches my own worship experience.

I’m also thankful for the joy of serving at the altar each week. This is more than just a parish to me—it’s a family of faith, a place where I feel truly at home.

Tonight, we had school orientation for the kids. Classes begin Wednesday, and after such a fun summer—first in Cancun, then in Rome—I am ready for the quiet of a house where I can focus on my work.

We also have a special joy ahead: Father Marino will be joining us for dinner soon. He wants to hear all about our trip, see the photos, and listen to our stories. What a gift it is to have a shepherd who cares so deeply for his flock.

Lord, thank You for my parish, my pastor, and my family. May I never take these blessings for granted.

Good night, and God bless.