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| "What is your most memorable moment about Sunday Mass?" |
Hmm...my moment goes back to attending Mass as a child before celebrating my First Communion. Periodically my father took me with him on a Sunday morning to the 9:45 Mass. I was fascinated by all the 'gestures' I saw him do, and impressed by his disciplined silence and robust singing of 'Holy God, We Praise Thy Name' (He had been in the St. Alphonsus all-boys' choir and was also an altar boy so after Mass he would tell me stories about these experiences.) What I distinctly remember, though, is my father's hand on my knee when my short little legs that couldn't reach the floor would be swinging back and forth. The first time I was doing this, my father whispered that swinging my leg meant I wasn't paying attention in God's house. After that his hand on my offending knee reminded me that being at Mass required a different, and special behavior; an early lesson on appropriate reverence! Today when I am restless in church I can still feel my father's hand....
Your turn!
Please join in 'table talk' by sharing with us a memory you have of a Mass or liturgical service from your childhood or adulthood in the comment section following this blog post.
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