Since I can no longer attend our Sunday Masses that at least have pipe organ instead of folk guitar, I decided I’d offer up my suffering through the terrible music at the Saturday evening Mass for a particularly pressing intention making my attendance at Sunday Mass not possible. Evidently, God heard my intention and made sure I knew it. First there was the folk guitar, annoying, cheesy and didn’t really fit the priest’s traditional ars celebrandi, but I bore it, but then the static from the mic started, and suddenly I felt like was listening to one of those old folk Mass records on a record player, until quite literally, the loudest *BOOM* and what sounded like broken glass. It sounded like a bomb had exploded behind me, and I automatically went into that duck and cover your head thing waiting for the ceiling to fall down on me or something. The mic that was placed upside down to amplify the guitar fell and took a direct hit.