Whenever I have a lot of little things in my head that I want to write about, I title my posts like this. Just a series of unrelated topics. First I wanted to say I love weekday Mass.
Recently the mother of the family we carpool to school with and I switched so that now I drive mornings and she drives afternoons. So, I’ve started stopping in for a quick adoration moment in the chapel after I drop the children off.
The adoration chapel at Saint Peter Chanel is beautiful, with statues and stained glass and wooden pews and a beautiful monstrance which holds the Blessed Sacrament. There’s a large crucifix behind the altar and stained glass windows on either side of Mary and Joseph. To the right is a large painting of Jesus of the Divine Mercy and a kneeler beneath with candles ready to be lit for special intentions. To the left of the altar is — I can’t remember what is to the left. I think it’s Mary. I’ll have to check tomorrow and get back to you on that.
Anyways, so I’ve been stopping in for a quick adoration–15 minutes. It’s so peaceful.
Lately, however, my quick adorations have extended into the time the group of parishioners spontaneously start reciting the Rosary as a group. This first happened last week when I was sitting there reading from one of the spiritual books on the shelves in the back. An older gentleman launched into the Rosary and every body else joined in — sometimes another lady would start the decade and another would chime in with the mysteries.
I LOVED IT. And I keep coming back and they do it every morning at 8am. It’s so beautiful. And I don’t participate in it. Not because I’m an awful person but because I love sitting there and listening to it. It’s like beautiful chanting. It’s rhythmic. It’s calming and brings me a lot of peace. And so I started staying through the whole Rosary.
Then Mass was starting and I left because I have “too many things to do.” Right? But then last week I started staying through my quick adoration, through the beautiful public chanting of the Rosary and on through for Mass. And I leave walking on air, light and at peace. It’s amazingly uplifting.
Wouldn’t it be great if I did this every day for the rest of my life?
Unfortunately, knowing myself and that summer is coming (no carpool for two months) I will inevitably let life get in the way and lose this beautiful practice of weekday Mass. For now, though I’ll enjoy it one day at a time and not worry about tomorrow or forever.
I’ll write later today about Saint Catherine of Siena (my patron saint whose feast day was YESTERDAY and I didn’t even acknowledge it!) and judging others (I read a cool article in OSV by Mark Shea about this today).