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A most beautiful Catholic post. Thank you for your uplifting words.Oddly enough, the only dog outside of service dogs I’ve seen in a Mass are at our own daily Masses. The dog is a HUGE one, almost like a Mastiff, and he is the priest’s dog. He sits or lies quietly during the Mass, though he does make his way around the dozen or so attendees to greet everyone at the Sign of Peace.
The loudest, most unorthodox Mass I attended were the ones that preceded the special gatherings of dying (and disabled children.
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I was truly amazed at every service how in this raggle-taggle setting, amid the kitchen sound, the clattering of plates, the sounds of the children, the scuffle to comfort a seizing child or to find the medication in the chair bag and get it into the IV or stomach tube, and the gabbing of the non-Catholics that the priest(s) (sometimes more than one celebrated) were so serene and focused. The smiles of the children when they received or simply received a blessing… the appreciation of the parents caregivers, many of whom can seldom attend Mass at all as their children cannot be left alone and medically knowledgeable caregivers are rare and expensive… it was indescribably beautiful. Sometimes, parents of children who had died would come to support the rest of us, and it was very moving to see how the ministered to others and were, in turn, ministered in their grief.
Sadly the gentleman who organized all this went to the Lord. The events were called, “Jim’s Kids.” Jim Burke attended seminary but was unable to complete his studies. A devout Catholic, he opened these events to any who needed fellowship and socialization, but they were always preceded by a Mass. He was a saint to all of us.
And I think those events were what changed my hearts about Mass. Quiet and reverent is wonderful, yes. But the point of the Mass, its powerful healing and transforming qualities are not related to noise or disruption or poor music. Not for me, not anymore.