At first glance this Roman Catholic church in Rosenberg, Texas, seemed a little plain but the stained glass was spectacular.
The names, on the historical sign, give you a little insight into the original settlers in this little town. From the memorials, it seemed as though there was an equal mix of Czech, German, Irish and latterly Hispanic. I was touched by the little rose garden planted for loved ones who had passed on. Every Catholic Church I have visited in Texas has been open to any visitors and that fills me with hope for a trusting, accepting future.
Aisle of the Holy Family Cathedral, Tulsa
As you know, I love to visit churches when traveling – it appeases my lapsed Catholic soul and the photos are always good. In most of Texas (and Mexico) Catholic churches are open all the time, for sinners like me. This beautiful cathedral was locked but there was number to call. I called the number and the lady said that it would be open when Mass was said later in the day. This was a 24 hour trip (to Tulsa), so I didn’t have time to wait for Mass. I gently persuaded her that I needed it open NOW and I wrote travel blogs. She sort of sighed but came and opened the front door for me – what a treat! This cathedral was a real beauty.
Right hand nave
This is where I lit all my candles for everyone. I kinda wanted to pray for myself but that’s not allowed and I had already manipulated the poor church secretary (one more black mark on my soul…) I love to see purple in a church and priests’ robes are purple at Easter. The smell of incense would have made it a sublime experience.
While I was taking photographs/praying, some men where repairing the organ that somehow made the experience a little more memorable, if slightly off key.