St Michael’s Church

in an attempt to become a better person, inside and out (admit it. you’re not perfect either), i’ve started going back to church. in the past few weeks, i’ve been to four different churches, this being the first of them.
appropriately located on the corner of east 23^rd and church lane, st. michael’s is an old (wood paneling, offering box in the back, nottingham church style), small church with a mainly polish parish. my mother says it smells sometimes, but i don’t really notice it. don’t fret about the diversity, there are a smattering of filipinos that attend, who end up disturbing the mass as they always show up after the first reading haha (please. don’t think i’m racist… as i’m one of those filipinos… sometimes)
fyi. for those of you who have ever wondered if all priests can sing. they cannot. i learned it here. to make up for it, they have an awesome singer, but he’s not always there.