Thursday, April 13, 2017

A Beautiful Mass

Tonight I attended mass because it is Thursday and it is one of the rituals that Catholics do as Lent nears the end and Jesus will be crucified. Somehow, tonight was different. I heard and understood
everything that was said. The church looked spiffy and the floors reflected what was going on like a calm lake. Two priests and four deacons in white officiated and the 2 1/2 hours service was over and for me, it seemed like half an hour.

Our priest gave a homily about love and told us about Gerry and Harry who had a loving relationship and when she died, he followed soon after. He loved her so much that, "He died of a broken heart," Father said. Christ's love is an unconditional love. After all, he died on the cross for us. Tonight I felt that love. When I received His Body and Blood, a peacefulness and happiness seemed to enter into my soul. When I saw the two priests washing the feet of the young men and women, they were showing their humility and love. I wondered if I would ever be able to wash someone else's feet. Jesus had no qualms about washing his disciples' feet.

I remember once when my granddaughter kissed my feet. "Honey, don't do that," I said, "don't kiss my feet." She smiled and gave my feet one more kiss as she smiled at me. I felt loved and knew she had that unconditional love known only between granddaughter and grandmother. I suppose that is the kind of love Jesus has for me!

At one part of the mass, empty baskets filled up with bags of food that would go to a food bank. A
steady stream of people brought their donations until the front of the altar was full of food. That also filled my being with a good feeling to know that many persons cared for those having difficult times.

The presentations of the oils that would be used throughout the year; Oil of the Sick, Oil of Catechumens and Holy Chrism. These were presented to the priest and he placed them in front of the podium surrounded by palms.

The bare altar was prepared with the white linens, candles and chalices. Usually, at this point in the mass I am beginning to get tired, but this evening it was as if everything was as it should be. After mass was over, the Blessed Sacrament was taken to the chapel as Parishioners held candles and lit the path for the priest carrying the Blessed Sacrament to the Chapel. Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament would last until eleven o'clock. Listening to the choir singing softly, we entered the dark chapel and I had a feeling Christ was pleased with the Last Supper Mass.

Tomorrow, Friday is a sad day. Friday we will be reminded how Christ died on the cross. Services begin around noon and go until three. I plan to be there to recall Christ's suffering and to remember that he died for every single one of us.

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