I love Saturday vigil mass.
When my husband and I were still Protestant, our high school daughters were members of an elite synchronized skating team. We commuted 65 miles (one way) to attend their practices, which were held on Saturday mornings 5:30 AM-1PM, and Sunday mornings 5:00 AM -noon. (also Tuesday evenings 8:00 PM-10:30 PM).
So obviously, we couldn’t go to Sunday morning church.
At that time (late 90s, early 00s), very few Protestant churches were holding Saturday evening services, and many had cut out Sunday evening services.
So we were essentially unable to attend church services. This really bothered us, because of the admonition in Hebrews to “not forsake assembling together.” We were still involved in ministries in the church (youth group for our older daughter, children’ ministries for me), but that wasn’t the same as a church service.
One Saturday afternoon, I announced to my husband that I was going to evening mass at the Catholic church down the street from us. I argued that even though they teach some things we don’t agree with, it’s still a Christian church, and it’s important to obey God and associate with other Christians.
So we went, and the rest is history!
We just wish that we had been Catholic while our kids were growing up. We attended so many skating competitions that didn’t allow us to attend church. Most of the time, skating competitions are over by 5 PM on Saturday (because of hockey), and we would have been able to attend mass together as a family. (The competitions start back up again at around 7:00 AM Sunday morning, although practices sometimes start as early as 4:00 AM. )
In fact, I often see whole familes in our 6:00 PM vigil mass that have obviously participated in soccer, baseball, basketball, etc. Last spring, there was a huge soccer competition in our city, and a family was visiting, wearing their soccer gear. I was sitting next to them and afterwards, the mom asked me where our Adoration Chapel was. She had read about it online.
So I took them over to the Adoration Chapel. The boys were about 10 and 13, and when they looked into the chapel, they both said in breathless voice, “Oh, WOW!”
I thought that was so neat, that their mother has taught them to be awed in the presence of Our Lord!