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Well, after weeks of procrastinating, I finally resolved to go to a church service, after not having done so in eleven years. I decided to go to the Catholic Mass that is given in the campus chapel at 8 p.m. I went there 1/2 hour early, but when I got there and heard other people already there and the choir warming up, my social anxiety set in and I lost my nerve.
So I sat by myself outside the door and listened through the wall as the mass was conducted for the schools Catholic students (now that’s *got *to be a metaphor for something). The person conducting the service talked a fair amount about immorality, that is, sins against ourselves.
And as he talked about disrespecting our bodies and therefore disrespecting Gods temples, I began to think about the ways I had disrespected my body, of the things I would do in the dark when no one was looking. And of how God saved me from the ultimate form of disrespect for our body and the gift of life, suicide.
I went in after most of the people had left and prayed by myself. But I had a hard time feeling good about it, I was so ladened with guilt after what I had heard from the service. I was consumed by remorse for my lust, indifference, self-absorbtion, and lack of gratitude for the ways God has blessed, at times literally saving, my life. I prayed to got in the stillness, He and I talked, and eventually I felt better. But as I walked out of the main chapel room, I realized I didn’t want to leave. I, once again, sat down outside the door; wanting, I think, to cling to the experience of the Mass as long as possible, but feeling unworthy to go back inside. Eventually I heard the deacon beginning to lock the doors and decided I’d best leave.
I’m back in my room now, but all I can think about is going back and sitting and praying in the chapel. I feel kind of embarresed though that I let the deacon and some of the other kids see me kneel and pray as they were gathering up after the service.
I dunno, just random thoughts. Sorry for the rant, I just needed to get this out.
There are many different churches and services around this my new school, but perhaps it would be better if I continued to pray alone as I always have.
So I sat by myself outside the door and listened through the wall as the mass was conducted for the schools Catholic students (now that’s *got *to be a metaphor for something). The person conducting the service talked a fair amount about immorality, that is, sins against ourselves.
And as he talked about disrespecting our bodies and therefore disrespecting Gods temples, I began to think about the ways I had disrespected my body, of the things I would do in the dark when no one was looking. And of how God saved me from the ultimate form of disrespect for our body and the gift of life, suicide.
I went in after most of the people had left and prayed by myself. But I had a hard time feeling good about it, I was so ladened with guilt after what I had heard from the service. I was consumed by remorse for my lust, indifference, self-absorbtion, and lack of gratitude for the ways God has blessed, at times literally saving, my life. I prayed to got in the stillness, He and I talked, and eventually I felt better. But as I walked out of the main chapel room, I realized I didn’t want to leave. I, once again, sat down outside the door; wanting, I think, to cling to the experience of the Mass as long as possible, but feeling unworthy to go back inside. Eventually I heard the deacon beginning to lock the doors and decided I’d best leave.
I’m back in my room now, but all I can think about is going back and sitting and praying in the chapel. I feel kind of embarresed though that I let the deacon and some of the other kids see me kneel and pray as they were gathering up after the service.
I dunno, just random thoughts. Sorry for the rant, I just needed to get this out.
There are many different churches and services around this my new school, but perhaps it would be better if I continued to pray alone as I always have.