The Mass is Long
Not too long ago, I came upon this meme on Facebook….and, boy has it stuck with me.
I’ve read many things written by many saints. But, this particular sentence hit me right where it hurts. Not because I don’t love the Mass and not because I would ever leave early because I “had to be somewhere else.” There is no where I could or would ever need to be that is more important than at Mass.
Sometimes, though, I am internally annoyed because the priest chose the longest Eucharistic prayer. Or, I roll my eyes at my husband when I see which priest is saying Mass because his homilies are always far longer than I think they should be. Or, my favorite priest, much as I love him, decides to sing ALL.THE.MASS.PARTS. Or the choir decides to do an especially long performance type piece a the offeratory. How quick I am to groan, internally or audibly.
I saw this picture and read these words and I was put in my place. It’s a short enough sentence that I can’t forget it. It has stuck with me even though I wasn’t TRYING to get it to stick with me. It jumps directly into my brain as soon as I start to get impatient with something at Mass or if I’m having a rough time with the kids or I am annoyed with someone sitting nearby with their loud breathing or constant chattering.
It’s no one else’s fault, especially not the priests’, that I lose my patience and focus at Mass. MY shortness of love is the problem. And that’s the last kind of love I want to show to my Lord or anyone else. This week more than ever, I pray that I might enjoy all the “long” Masses and events of Holy Week with an abundance of love.