1. Christ the King - where I grew up, had all my sacraments, brother got married, dad's funeral
2. St. Scholastica - one of the closer parishes to my house, we used to go to 12:30 mass there when we couldn't get up for CK's 10am mass
3. Ste. Anne - Detroit's oldest parish. Founded in 1701, it's older than just about anything else in this city. It's building, however is a little more modern than the original log cabin, it was built in 1886. I visited Ste. Anne on Palm Sunday 2010 and will talk more about it then.
4. All Saints - a church in the Delray/Southwest Detroit area, Fort St. and Livernois. My cousins went there and I would go when there was a baptism or First Communion to celebrate.
5. St. Suzanne - now clustered with Our Lady Gate of Heaven. We would go here for evening mass (5:30) if we really slept in.
6. Cathedral of the Most Blessed Sacrament - I remember asking my mother when I was younger which sacrament was the most blessed of all of them. I thought they all seemed pretty important. She looked at me wondering where she went wrong and said it's the Eucharist. It all makes sense now. I went there to see Handel's Messiah, and realized why people usually only sing the Hallelujah Chorus. I visited it again in 2010 and will speak more about it later.
7. Holy Redeemer - my dad and brother went to Holy Redeemer High School. The first wedding I was a part of was here in 1994.
8. Old St Mary's (Greektown) that beautiful church in Greektown you see squeezed in there between the casinos, restaurants, and Astoria Bakery. It has quite a lively parish, and wonderful choir. I went there to hear Latin mass for the first time. I took two semesters of Latin in college and thought it would be a good way to put my knowledge to use. I forgot to pick up a booklet when I walked in with all the translations. Reader, do not make this mistake, you will not enjoy the experience. If you go to Latin mass, the homily is in English (or whatever Language the congregation speaks), so don't be afraid you won't get anything out of it.
9. St. Cunegunda
My boyfriend is Polish, I'm Mexican. They have a Polish/Spanish mass. We had to go. St. Cunegunda is in a section of Detroit that has the same residents living there for many years. The neighborhood is slowly turning to a mix Latino, Arab, Black and White. My brother went to Kindergarten there, but now there is just a church. We went there around Halloween, and the little kids celebrated by dressing up as their favorite saint/nun/priest/apparition of Mary for All Saints Day.
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