Stanley J.
Yelp
Beautiful church; grumpy priest.
I don't want to dog religion too much, but I do need to mention the grumpiness of one of the priests there. And I believe he's the main guy.
Just to keep it short. I went into confession in a desperate state. Tearful and down; depressed. The priest told me I'm not ready for confession because I had not gone through catechism. At that time I just needed somebody to talk to; I felt rejected. That's the feeling I got, rejection. He saw me crying, but that did not matter to him - I was just not ready for confession.
I visited the church on several more occasions, and decided to take the host. I was told by somebody, a devout Catholic, that I could do that, if I had confessed beforehand. Which I did. The Saturday prior to this Sunday's mass.
Again, to make it short. Upon receiving the host from this priest, I got a scowl from his face. Not inviting, to say the least.