On Sunday I took Meaghan Fothergill to National Community Church, cause I figured it would be less weird to take her there than to my (Asian) church. Meaghan, by the way, is very very Catholic. This may have been her first time at a Protestant service. NCC is a little untraditional-- held in a movie theater, very contemporary, but I enjoy Pastor Mark a lot, and I enjoy the worship music. I think she enjoyed the praise and worship, and the sermon for the most part. But then we took communion, and Meaghan just about fell out of her chair. Earlier, when we walked in the ushers gave us these little bags. It turns out they were communion bags-- inside, a little tin with an oyster cracker and a little vial of grape juice. I thought it was a little odd, but for Meaghan, it was almost sacriligious. I guess communion is a huuuuuuuge part of Catholic services, and super super super serious--- like, special bread that only the priest can bless, communion prayers that are like fifteen minutes long. Anyways, needless to say it was a very unusual Palm Sunday for Meaghan. I think she'll get a kick telling her Catholic friends about those kooky Protestants.