I am a self proclaimed “Cradle Catholic”, meaning I was raised in the faith and through discovery and reflection continue to practice the faith. I have had my share of “battles” with the Church, but I always find my way home. I love the traditions, sights, smells, and sounds. I love that no matter where you are, the Mass is familiar. All of this to say, after over three or four years, I found my way back to a physical Church for Mass this morning.
Through the gift of volunteers, I have been able to receive Communion each week and join in prayers, but the actual physical act of attending Mass in a Catholic Church was not possible due to many different reasons including my health and its stability, as well as transportation needs. Again, with the help of volunteers, I found two women ready to help me with the transportation issue and I am so grateful for that.
I was able to join in the recitation of the Rosary prior to Mass and it was the first time that I said the Rosary in a group setting since studying the Rosary using Ascension’s Rosary in a Year program. My level of understanding and devotion was much deeper than before the study. I spent this time focused on Our Lady and the gifts she has bestowed on me in the last few years.
Then came the actual Mass, while not my favorite “flavor” of the Mass, it was amazing to be in a church with statues and art work to focus my attention on while participating in the familarness of the Mass. I was impressed by how much rote memory took over and I participated fully in the prayers. Of course the highest point was being able to receive Jesus with praise and thanksgiving.
On a side note, I have to comment on the accessibility of the Church. Handicap entrances without any ramps or similar plus a purposeful planned handicap seating area made the experience pleasant and welcoming for sure. I hope that as my health improves, I will be able to stand more, but for the first time back, I didn’t want to cause any problems. Our churches have come a long way in the area of accessibility.
Returning “home” is a big step in my quest for my “new normal.” I was missing visiting Jesus in His house. I didn’t realize how much I missed the rest of what comes with attending Mass in a church. The sights, smells, and bells, as it is said are comforting and give me fond memories of everywhere I have worshiped over my life. As for now, I have found my new home and can happily say I was pleasantly welcomed there!
