
I was really tired last night and didn't much feel like going to Mass. My dh had been working hard all day in the office and about 6pm I poked my head in and asked if he was going to Mass tonight.
"No," he said, a drained look on his face as he removed his phone earpiece. He thought it was the daily Mass the boys and I usually go to once a week. But, I reminded him it was All Souls Day, a holy day of obligation.
"Yes." he said, not without a bit of a sigh.
So we went. The church was just beautiful. I love going to Mass after dark. It reminded me of the Easter Vigil and Christmas Masses. The lights were golden and low. As we walked through the vestabule, there were about a dozen children dressed as saints. Father was herding them and giving them last minute instructions on how to stand to best be seen.
I love the litany. St. Anne, pray for us. St. Cosmo, pray for us. St. Francis, pray for us.
It seemed like a hundred names, but I could have listened to a thousand more.
I also noticed the music. I am so glad our liturgist has gone back to a more traditional Holy Holy Holy. And all the music seemed to connect us and what is more, everyone was singing! Well not everyone (my guys are all three allergic to that), but most people were. I felt my voice was joined with everyone there and the saints above.
And Father N did what he does best. During his homily he brought up the 'little saints' and had them stand with him in front of the alter. He is a reuglar Art Linkletter, interviewing them about the saint they were representing and getting some funny answers. I also was happy to see some of the kids had no clue and were not like some perfect Catholic homeschooling children (BG) who could give a report on their saint.
"What country are you from, St. Terese?" he asked a little girl holding a rose.
---"Um. I dunno." Fr. N winked and said in a stage whisper
"FRANCE"---"France!" St. Terese said.
Jacob didn't know if he was Old or New Testament, either, but he knew he brought the walls of Jericho down.
Going down the line,
"Who are you?"
--"St. Anne, the Virgin's mother."
"And who are you?"
---"Mary."
Turing back to the previous child-
"Oh, you brought your daughter with you!"
:)
Lots of fun. And as Father said, most people think of saints like these... kids in their bathrobes.. no, actaully as sorta super humans. But.. you know this is coming...
he said we are ALL called to be saints.
Yup. That means I still have to work on getting rid of my bad and selfish habits. Sigh.
But, yes, I am so glad I went to Mass. So glad I was 'obligated'. The world made sense. It explained Halloween to me once again. It reminded me of the dear departed who are with us but just beyond. We are not alone. We are all one Church. Oh, I love this Church! And how the liturgy and 'have tos' bring us back, over and over again.