One recent summer my eldest son went on an
outing that would see him get home at a time that was past our rural parish Mass
times. Although I am aware of the importance of attending Mass on
Sunday, I thought that this situation would be a reasonable
excuse for him to miss Mass, but to be certain, I mentioned it to
our Pastor who promptly told me that there was a Sunday afternoon
Mass at St. Columban's, forty miles away. Our Pastor knew that I
had the means to travel those forty miles and so when my son got
home, with his loud protests ringing in my ears, we went to St.
Columban's for Mass.
It is interesting note that my eldest son is
the eldest of five boys and at the time of our forty mile journey to to St.
Columban's he was about fourteen years old. That same boy is now
nearly nineteen years old and if my wife and I are away from home
on the weekend we know that our eldest will make sure that he and
his all brothers get to church. There was only one rebellion that
we heard about and that involved the second eldest of our sons.
As they all trooped into church one week-end, when my wife and I
were away, the second eldest dropped into the rearmost pew. The
eldest did not notice until he got to our usual seats half way
down the body of the church. If the second eldest thought he was
going to get away with this act of independance, he was sadly
mistaken, as his older brother promptley marched back to where he
was sitting and sent him scuttling down to our usual seating.
We only had to go to such extreme once,
after that my wife and I established a rule in our family that said that our social
life had to be organized around our Parish Mass times and if
there was any conflict then it had to be resolved in favour of
attending Mass.
What Father had done with me and my eldest
son, over the St. Columban's episode, was to emphasize just how important it is to
attend Mass every Sunday. And who knows, maybe that emphasis had
a lot to do with my eldest still attending church now that he is
an adult. The Church teaches that this is an obligation that can
only be excused when we are ill, aged or physically unable to
attend Mass. To skip Mass, especially on a regular basis is to
show contempt for the Church and her laws.
When we go to Mass we tell the world around
us who we are and what we represent. Simply by going to Mass makes us all
evangelists to our family, friends, neighbours and the community
in which we live. Jesus says very clearly in his Gospels that
anyone who stands up for Him before the world, He will stand up
for us before God the Father (Mt.10:32). In the light of our life
in eternity, what more could anyone ask, for so little effort on
our part.
Attendance at Mass is not just simply
joining in a social or community action taking place in a certain type of building. We
are actually and formally worshipping God in a community setting.
At this time we can thank Him for His many graces and favours to
us over the past week and beg His undulgence for needs that are
coming in our own lives and the lives of our family and
community. Most of all, though, we can acknowledge our absolute
dependance on Him. It is only by His grace and mercy that we get
to draw our next breath, let alone anything else in our lives.
At Mass God is able to talk to us in a way
that we will not find anywhere else. Through the prayers of the Mass itself, the
scripture readings that change each day, and the sermon on
Sundays, God is able to help, encourage and instruct us in a
unique and personal way. Many times I have come away from Mass
with a particular thought or phrase going through my mind, which
usually and not surprisingly applies to something that is going
on in my life at that time.
Unless we are ill, aged or shut-in, Mass is
the only time when we get the opportunity to go forward and receive from the
hands of the celebrating Priest or Eucharistic Minister, the
actual body and blood of Jesus Christ. This is not simply a
memorial of the Last Supper. The wafer we receive is not a rite
of remembrance but the most real Body and Blood of Jesus Christ.
Once again, Jesus said very clearly in the Gospel of John:
"Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood,
you do not have life within you.... My flesh is true food and My
blood is true drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood
remains in Me and I in him.... who feeds on me will have life
because of Me." (Jn.6:53,55-57). At Mass, and for most of us that
is on a Saturday evening or Sunday morning, is the only time we
can go forward and receive the food that will give us the life
that Jesus talks about in the above quotation from the Gospel of
John.
Over the years of my life many Catholics
have told me that they can worship God just as well while strolling in the woods,
or seated in some quiet place. This is true enough in its way but
when you ask them when was the last time they strolled in the
woods for an hour worshipping God, the chances are there would be
no answer. Besides, what sort of Catholic Christian example and I
setting for relatives, friends and neighbours, simply strolling
in the woods? In what woods could a priest be found ready and
able to feed me with the Body and Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ?
Many conversions to the faith have beguns
with a Catholic inviting a non-Catholic friend or relative to come to Mass with
them. Sometimes these conversions can take years to complete but
many a convert can and does trace the beginnings of their
conversion back to a time when they went to Mass at the
invitation of a friend. So many times their comment on that first
visit was "It felt like I had finally come home".
Recently I invited a friend to attend Mass
with me during the week. It was a noon hour Mass at a downtown church and the
church was filled with workers from the surrounding offices. My
friend had been born into the faith but had fallen away from
practising it and was currently active in another Christian
Denomination. A few weeks later my friend asked me if I would
take him back to the same Mass, which I did, and then, a few
weeks after that, he asked again and we went once more. After our
last assistance at Mass he called me into his office the next day
and said to me, "I don't know why, but for some reason I am
deeply drawn toward the Catholic Faith!"
My friend in the above story is still a long
way from returning to the faith of his childhood and there appears to be
many stumbling blocks in his way, but I am convinced that his
journey has begun and in time the obstacles he faces will melt
away.
In closing, I would like to add that if you
happen to be away from the practice of your faith, why not give it a try once
more. Slip into a back pew on a Sunday or attend a weekday Mass
somewhere. If you live in a city of any size there is usually a
Catholic Church somewhere in that city that offers a mid-day
Mass. Whatever the reason is that keeps you away, don't let it
stop your. Jesus is always welcoming and if you put yourself in
his hands, He will find a way to bring you home.
William J. Bradley
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