Yesterday several interesting things happened.  I haven’t yet processed them all.

  • I wondered whether I go to daily mass so that I may receive grace and inspiration, or do I go as a habit? Or do I go to give glory and thanksgiving to God?     If I am honest about my motives, it’s probably more of the former and less of the latter. My faith has been somewhat weak lately.  I’m in a dry spot.  I was praying earnestly for a dear friend who was in danger of losing her leg due to a sudden circulatory problem.  The doctors’ attempts thus far had failed.   I was wondering whether my prayers and the prayers of others that I had solicited actually mattered.
  • I saw a friend that I used to see all the time, but now see only occasionally.   She is a godly woman and a wonderful example for me and many others.   She has helped me many times with the gift of her presence, simply by being there and listening.  Seeing her was an unexpected gift that reminded me that the daily mass goers that I see regularly (or occasionally) are the visible body of Christ.   They are a foreshadowing of the communion of saints.   While I know very few of them by name, I know that they are faithful.  I know that they adjust the rest of their daily routine to make mass a morning priority.    I miss them when they are not in their usual pews.  I love them and I am thankful for their witness.
  • I reminded my sisters that mass this coming Sunday is for my mom.  None of them knew that.  “Why didn’t dad tell us?”   I replied, “He did in an email in July.”  I resent the email.  One can’t go because she has tickets to a pro football game.  Aren’t those in the afternoon?   One said that it is her wedding anniversary.    That’s wonderful!   Why not celebrate that after mass?   It means so much to my dad that we go.  Faithfully each year, he orders the maximum number of masses that our parish will allow.  My sisters and I go through similar charges conversations each time.   I can’t expect my priority to be the same as theirs, but it makes me sad that almost anything would come first.  Remembering mom with a memorial mass is a way to say, “Thank you God for the gift of our mother.   Thank you for our dad who honors her in this very special way.”
  • Later in the day, I learned that the doctors had been able to open my friend’s artery. She is expected to make a full recovery.   Thank you God for answered prayers.    Thank you for showing me their power and YOUR power to boost my faith.

Lift up your hearts.

We lift them up to the Lord. 

Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.

It is right and just. 

It is truly right and just, our duty and our salvation, always and everywhere to give you thanks, Father most holy, through your beloved Son, Jesus Christ. 

Thank you Lord.  Help me to remember yesterday’s lessons.  I want to lift up my whole heart to you in thanksgiving and praise.

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