Having attended the Triduum for the first time in my life last week, I just want to say that I have never been so moved in my life.
On Saturday evening, two older women were sitting in front of me to my right. Occasionally, they would lean over and whisper something to each other, sometimes they would laugh, sometimes a disapproving look at something, whatever it was.
Several times, I found myself becoming a bit disapproving of them. That judgemental streak began to show - and I would stop myself, pray, and go back to paying attention to what was going on.
As a child, my family wasn’t even Christmas and Easter, yet I was baptized, received first communion, attended Catholic school for five years and was confirmed. As a young adult, I attended a couple of masses for special occasions for my grandparents - and my sister and I would lean over, make jokes, and giggle. I’m sure more than one person was annoyed by our antics.
And I hope they were praying for us too.
Because now that I’ve returned to the Church, I hope I am reminded of my own history every time I even come close to judging someone for what they do or don’t do.
I certainly don’t think it’s my place to admonish anyone for their attitudes, but please - at the next event where you see more than the usual number of attendees - rejoice - pray for all who haven’t been to Church in a while - for some, maybe it’s the judgemental looks they are getting that prevent them from returning until the next holiday.
Ease up - give some love - and maybe welcome those you don’t recognize. Let God use you to encourage - not judge.
Thanks

Fiz