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Lux_et_veritas
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Oh, and I meant to say on the babies in church issue…and, I have to break it up into two parts…
It is certainly a far greater challenge when the child belongs to you or is related, than if it is simply a stranger’s.
I will share with you what prompted my realization that I was doing this subconscious “baby-watching” during Mass. I visited a nearby parish that is more traditional. I went for several reasons, but one of them was that there was an orchestral Mass with stringed symphony and choir. Boy was it packed. The pastor, who has a Masters degree in music, directs this thing. It’s unbelievable, especially to hear it in an old style acoustic church.
So many things were different in this parish from 6-7 parishes to which I had either belonged or visited that they were noteworthy. Among them was how people in the church do not talk or make much eye contact. At first, it struck me as cold, but I decided not be judgmental about the people or their practices. Something told me to simply “suspend” any thoughts and just try to let it play itself out to see where it leads. It took only 3 days and surely was a grace from God, this understanding.
I realized that the reason these people did not converse in the church and did not make eye contact was because they were deeply focused on God. It’s not that they didn’t want to greet me or nod, or make eye contact. They simply were so absorbed in their prayer they didn’t really notice me. People walk with their heads down, slow and reserved. This does not mean that they are condescending on themselves, rather it is a matter of being humbly prayerful. I know, because I found myself doing it very soon once I realized that if they were focused on God that intently, then my noticing all of them was certainly an indication that I was not focused on God. That itself was a revealing moment - one that became like the proverbial roll of thread where you pull it and it just keeps unraveling. My eureka moment was that I realized I was not focused on God at all while in Church. I began to look inward and, while imperfect, began to focus on God in the time before, during, and after.
Something happened. My walk slowed in church. My head stopped wandering around looking at others and just kind of looked down as I thought about God and what he wanted me to learn that day. The more I focused on God, other things started to happen. I noticed how irreverent I was and inconsiderate for His presence in the form He gave Himself to us - the Eucharist. I began to genuflect to the floor, kneel when it was optional to sit, and I suddenly gained an interest to understand all these head bows and and waist bows going on so I dug into the GIRM and other documents to learn. I now do them as signs of reverence. Considering that Moses had to remove his sandles before he could approach the burning bush, these are only small signs. While some can find reverence in their heart alone, I finally concluded that for me to be reverent, I had to show it. For me, it required pure humility to genuflect and bow. I realized that humility was one of those simple weekly lessons God was wanting me to learn, and it had to start with how I treated Him when in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. From there, I would learn, with time, how to be humble in other ways with my fellow man. This is a lifelong journey. I learned that humility is like a taproot. Cut it short and the tree dwarfs. Let it grow, and the tree can grow to its full potential. Several key things become the branches of the tree dependent on that tap root: Reverence and obedience are two. Why? Humility counters pride.
It is certainly a far greater challenge when the child belongs to you or is related, than if it is simply a stranger’s.
I will share with you what prompted my realization that I was doing this subconscious “baby-watching” during Mass. I visited a nearby parish that is more traditional. I went for several reasons, but one of them was that there was an orchestral Mass with stringed symphony and choir. Boy was it packed. The pastor, who has a Masters degree in music, directs this thing. It’s unbelievable, especially to hear it in an old style acoustic church.
So many things were different in this parish from 6-7 parishes to which I had either belonged or visited that they were noteworthy. Among them was how people in the church do not talk or make much eye contact. At first, it struck me as cold, but I decided not be judgmental about the people or their practices. Something told me to simply “suspend” any thoughts and just try to let it play itself out to see where it leads. It took only 3 days and surely was a grace from God, this understanding.
I realized that the reason these people did not converse in the church and did not make eye contact was because they were deeply focused on God. It’s not that they didn’t want to greet me or nod, or make eye contact. They simply were so absorbed in their prayer they didn’t really notice me. People walk with their heads down, slow and reserved. This does not mean that they are condescending on themselves, rather it is a matter of being humbly prayerful. I know, because I found myself doing it very soon once I realized that if they were focused on God that intently, then my noticing all of them was certainly an indication that I was not focused on God. That itself was a revealing moment - one that became like the proverbial roll of thread where you pull it and it just keeps unraveling. My eureka moment was that I realized I was not focused on God at all while in Church. I began to look inward and, while imperfect, began to focus on God in the time before, during, and after.
Something happened. My walk slowed in church. My head stopped wandering around looking at others and just kind of looked down as I thought about God and what he wanted me to learn that day. The more I focused on God, other things started to happen. I noticed how irreverent I was and inconsiderate for His presence in the form He gave Himself to us - the Eucharist. I began to genuflect to the floor, kneel when it was optional to sit, and I suddenly gained an interest to understand all these head bows and and waist bows going on so I dug into the GIRM and other documents to learn. I now do them as signs of reverence. Considering that Moses had to remove his sandles before he could approach the burning bush, these are only small signs. While some can find reverence in their heart alone, I finally concluded that for me to be reverent, I had to show it. For me, it required pure humility to genuflect and bow. I realized that humility was one of those simple weekly lessons God was wanting me to learn, and it had to start with how I treated Him when in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. From there, I would learn, with time, how to be humble in other ways with my fellow man. This is a lifelong journey. I learned that humility is like a taproot. Cut it short and the tree dwarfs. Let it grow, and the tree can grow to its full potential. Several key things become the branches of the tree dependent on that tap root: Reverence and obedience are two. Why? Humility counters pride.