Sunday Mass

     So yesterday morning, I just could not maneuver this old body to get up and get ready for Sunday Mass.  I woke up about 5:00 AM in time to get ready for the 6:30 Service at my parish, St. Thomas , but I had to check my mail and Facebook on the computer.  It was 6:15 the next time I checked.  Then I made the mistake of turning on the Tellie and in the night I had taped an old movie with Joan Crawford and Robert Young, Goodby My Fancy - got a good line from that movie:  "Her mind is always on the tip of her tongue".  Then it was breakfast and more 'putzing' around and the 8:00, 9:30 and 11:00 Masses just passed by.
     About four in the afternoon, I debated going to 5:00 Mass at St. Thomas versus 7:30 at St. Philomenas - both equal distances away - and since I was actually thinking about going to Church,  I decided to go to 5:00.  My preferred Mass is 6:30 AM, it is quiet and easy to meditate beforehand.  Most of the people attending are my age and I usually sit third pew, left side.  I am cocooned by mostly the same folks each week.  It is the Mass where I feel most comfortable.  There is no music, the quiet fills my soul.
     5:00 Sunday evening Mass, on the other hand, is the 'teen' Mass.  There are at least 8 people in the choir, plus two reed type horns, three stringed instruments, a keyboard and drums.  Plus whomever was working the sound board, was heavy on the bass!  Shortly after I arrived, the choir started going over their songs for Mass, loud, Loud, LOUD!!!  The choir area at St. Thomas is on the left side front, I sat far right side - out of my comfort zone.   I decided to offer up this Mass, this music for Sam Moneyhun, Phyllis's brother undergoing surgery this morning and it came into my mind to pray for nephews, Chris Scovil and Eric Young as well, I don't know why but their names came into my heart.  Both are cancer survivors.  Sam's surgery today is because of prostate cancer.  I am so sick and tired of cancer, mine and so many people I know and care about.
      I think the Consecration meant more to me last evening because it was quiet - although I believe the bass was still reverberating off the walls - and in the stillness came what is really important to me - how much Jesus loves me, because He gave up His life for me.
      The Meditation Song after Communion was sung by two young girls.  "Love Grows Here"
                 
                                        Take A look Around you, tell me what you see.
                                        People here to worship the Lord, just like you and me.
                                        Some have come in gladness, some have come in fear,
                                        But all have come because  they know that love grows here.

    Every time I get too full of myself and believe I'm getting 'put upon'. God slaps me alongside my head with a Service, a homily or a song that makes me see its not about me but about Him and the way He works in my life and particularly at that Mass which is attended by so many young people.  I came away humming "Love Grows Here"  and reflecting on going to Mass at 5:00 on a Sunday evening.

     However.................. I intend to move my sorry ass a little faster next week and make it to 6:30 AM!!