I love going to Mass. It is THE highlight of my week. I mean, there is no place else on earth where Jesus is more fully present in body, blood, soul and divinity. And as Catholics, we have an obligation to attend Mass each and every Sunday.
No matter what.
Traveling? Masstimes.org will find ya a church wherever you might be.
Soccer game? Go to the vigil Mass on Saturday.
Work at 9 on Sunday morning? 7am Mass might work well. Yes, it’s early. But c’mon, JESUS.
Anyhow, I totally went off on a tangent there. The whole point of this post is to share with you the beautiful Saints the Lord gives us each week. Now that the tiny humans outweigh the adults 3-2, things can get a little tricky on Sundays. So every week as we are entering the church and dipping our fingers in holy water, I say a little prayer.
“Lord, please send someone to help. And please, please, please, fill Livvie’s heart with peace and stillness.”
Let’s face it. Despite the fact that I love going to Mass and I love worshiping the Lord, it does not come without challenges. We have our tiny two year old tyrant who likes to screech and run. She almost makes up for it by attempting to genuflect while doing the sign of the cross. And, when she yells, “Jesus!” at the top of her lungs while pointing to the crucifix? Well, that just might be the best thing ever. She also just learned the word “Father” and at the beginning of Mass, yells and waves, “Hi, Father. Hi, hi Father,” during the opening processional. Totally adorable.
But then she decides she wants out of the pew and lets everyone in the church know, at rather high decibels her displeasure at being told, “No.”We try to keep her in as long as possible, but sometimes the girl needs a time out and Daddy is the lucky one to take her, leaving me with two babies and one set of hands.
Enter the Saints.
Whether it be my mom and dad, a set of Godparents, good friends, a mama with teenagers who needs some baby cuddles or a little great-grandma type that grins with a smile that could light up that whole parish when I ask if she wants to hold a baby, the Lord blesses us with an abundance of beautiful souls to help with our wild and crazy brood each Sunday, should the need arise.
So while the Lord might be attempting to give me a shot at a few years off purgatory by not granting the second part of my weekly prayer and giving me a killer workout all at once, he most certainly answers the first part of my prayer with a resounding, “YES.”