Our lodging in Spokane is the basement of a small house. It’s a modest, but comfortable place to sleep, and we sleep well there.
After a leisurely morning, we find a 9am Mass Mary Queen Parish and arrive without any rush. Only about 15 people gather for Mass and we are grateful to be among them.
Daily Mass during this trip is a richer experience than I’d anticipated. Every parish is unique, yet we can fully enter into the familiar liturgy and prayers of the Church. No matter where we go, we are at home in the Mass. Doug and I both appreciate these encounters with the Unchangeable One, especially when nothing else is constant.
Later, we grab food to go from Chipotle and drive to Chattaroy to lunch with my niece where she is homesteading with her husband and two small children. We’re amazed to see what they’ve accomplished in less than two years on 10 acres.
Their two-and-a-half-year-old son enthusiastically gives Doug a tour of the garden, the green house, the dirt pile, and what he’s dubbed the “purple house” which is the main house still under construction.
In the afternoon, Alan and Michelle drive us to downtown Spokane where they introduce us to Spokane attractions, including a local Memorial Day Weekend tradition called Pig Out in the Park and the somewhat quirky, but also fun Garbage Goat, before treating us to dinner at Feast Kitchen, an impressive one-of-a-kind community initiative. https://www.feastworldkitchen.org. The Syrian chef is cooking tonight and Doug and I enjoy chicken and lamb skewers with rice and delectable baklava for desert.
But let justice roll down like waters,
and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.
-Amos 5:24
We end the day by the river at Michelle and Alan’s campsite. It’s so hard to say goodbye.
Inundated with Love 