Mass is a challenge with the wheelchair. At our home parish, there’s not really anywhere to park a wheelchair that isn’t in the aisle, and there isn’t any place to be in the aisle that doesn’t block the flow of traffic at communion time. We like to have Cee away from germs, not right under every cough that comes through the line. Plus Bea is at an age where were are in and out with her throughout Mass, and it’s difficult to escape around the wheelchair which plugs the pew.
Because of the time change, we were up early and attended Mass at a different parish. A wise cartoon bunny once said, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all.” That may be the best summary of our general Mass experience.
“I must also love the Church, no matter how she is when I encounter her.”
This quote by Jacob Boddicker, SJ in reflecting on his vocation brought me such peace today at Mass.
The Church brings me to the Eucharist. Regardless of the details of the liturgy, I must always be grateful for the opportunity to be present at a valid and licit Mass. Even if there is tambourine. (Okay, okay, I’ll Thumper-up now.)
Reading The Screwtape Letters was helpful to me in overcoming liturgical smugness, but the idea that we are called to love the Church even when she isn’t at her most beautiful– that’s a game changer for me.
We went to Mass as a family, and that’s a wonderful thing. Even if the details are a little fuzzy.
This is Cee’s Sunday best. She’s stepping in for me this week because there wasn’t any photographic proof of my harried Mass attire. It’s cheat-sy, but it’ll do.
You can find more of My Sunday Best over at Rosie’s.
PS– The giveaway closes tonight at midnight!