Along the route, we stop four times at four altars set up by our parishioners. Here is a shot from the first altar, being incensed by Fr. John, which was built by Ruben and Rosa Mayorga, two very, very fine people from my parish whom I admire greatly. Originally from Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, their daughter is an honor student in college and their son, who was the 8th grade class president at St. Joseph School, just started high school. We've got some quality folks at our parish!
Fr. Christopher Smith, our former pastor, who started this tradition. During the 80's and 90's, he literally had children dying in his arms from gang violence, right outside the church. Fr. Chris is now Vicar of the Priests for the Diocese of Orange.
Members of our Samoan Choir, led by my dear friend, the indefatigable Nive Brown, second from the right. Talofa!
Oh no! At one moment, the sky opened and the rain came down - but more concernedly, thunder was heard and a few flashes of lightening were observed. This was indeed disconcerting as we were being led by Fr. "Bad Luck" Moneypenny, who was carrying a large metallic object aloft as we marched. Fr. John has a reputation for cheating death and some of us joked about keeping a space cleared around him, just in case . . .
Look how beautiful this woman is as she prays - there is the face of faith!
And faith is not relegated to a bunch of old ladies, as people without it think! Look again at this face - this young man and his companion were on their knees in the street, worshipping the True Presence and were not afraid to show it!