Disco Ball?  Check.

Incense?   Check.

Dollar bills?  Check.

A sea of red stained lips, short skirts, over-processed blonde locks and rhinestone studded stilettos?  Check.

Cigarette smoke billowing from ashtrays?  Check.

Another Sunday morning mass at our Orange County, California Polish church?  Check.

(this disco ball hangs several dozen feet from the altar of our church.  For reals)

Who says Jesus doesn’t appreciate a good party?