Weekday Mass, Saint Catherine of Siena and Judging Others

Saint Peter Chanel Catholic Church adoration chapel in Roswell, Georgia

Saint Peter Chanel Catholic Church adoration chapel in Roswell, Georgia

Whenever I have a lot of little things in my head that I want to write about, I title my posts like this. Just a series of unrelated topics.  First I wanted to say I love weekday Mass.

Recently the mother of the family we carpool to school with and I switched so that now I drive mornings and she drives afternoons. So, I’ve started stopping in for a quick adoration moment in the chapel after I drop the children off.

The adoration chapel at Saint Peter Chanel is beautiful, with statues and stained glass and wooden pews and a beautiful monstrance which holds the Blessed Sacrament. There’s a large crucifix behind the altar and stained glass windows on either side of Mary and Joseph.  To the right is a large painting of Jesus of the Divine Mercy and a kneeler beneath with candles ready to be lit for special intentions. To the left of the altar is — I can’t remember what is to the left.  I think it’s Mary. I’ll have to check tomorrow and get back to you on that.

Anyways, so I’ve been stopping in for a quick adoration–15 minutes. It’s so peaceful.

Lately, however, my quick adorations have extended into the time the group of parishioners spontaneously start reciting the Rosary as a group. This first happened last week when I was sitting there reading from one of the spiritual books on the shelves in the back. An older gentleman launched into the Rosary and every body else joined in — sometimes another lady would start the decade and another would chime in with the mysteries.

I LOVED IT. And I keep coming back and they do it every morning at 8am. It’s so beautiful. And I don’t participate in it. Not because I’m an awful person but because I love sitting there and listening to it. It’s like beautiful chanting. It’s rhythmic. It’s calming and brings me a lot of peace. And so I started staying through the whole Rosary.

Then Mass was starting and I left because I have “too many things to do.”  Right?  But then last week I started staying through my quick adoration, through the beautiful public chanting of the Rosary and on through for Mass.  And I leave walking on air, light and at peace.  It’s amazingly uplifting.

Wouldn’t it be great if I did this every day for the rest of my life?

Unfortunately, knowing myself and that summer is coming (no carpool for two months) I will inevitably let life get in the way and lose this beautiful practice of weekday Mass.  For now, though I’ll enjoy it one day at a time and not worry about tomorrow or forever.

I’ll write later today about Saint Catherine of Siena (my patron saint whose feast day was YESTERDAY and I didn’t even acknowledge it!) and judging others (I read a cool article in OSV by Mark Shea about this today).

6 thoughts on “Weekday Mass, Saint Catherine of Siena and Judging Others

  1. Great post-saints are humans who lived extraordinary lives, which should give us consolation.

    As a child my mother would read to us about the saints from kids books. I found these stories of faith to be real joy. I always had the desire to live a holy life but many times I failed. Too many times. But even failures can have its own just rewards, no?

    I guess I was lucky because I lived in a family where once a month all of us would go to confession together (still do). I remember as a teen and thinking to myself as we were standing in line what exactly could my parents have done that would merit a monthly confession? I knew I needed confession cause I was a teen but what of my mother and father? They never cursed, yelled at each other or us kids rarely ever showed anger. In many ways I thought they were perfect while looking at myself and a couple of my brothers who were rotten (mischievous) like me. BTW I’m the middle kid and was (is) the family grandstander-very gregarious.

    I guess I have always been self-aware of my shortcomings even though many times I didn’t do much about it. But there comes a time when we need to grow up. I suppose the hardest thing about being Catholic is self-awareness (illumination), self-discipline and humility. It’s so weird but at times I have a streak of sarcastic and I am audacious. Still other times I am the opposite. (My baby siblings think I’m the bomb! Not old enuff yet to know the difference, but in time they’ll learn to hate to love me 😉 )

    Exactly who am I? At 27 I have no freakin’ clue…..but when I see a flamingo I know God has a sense of humor, when I see myself in a mirror I know God is the divine comic.

    I have come to a resounding conclusion I am odd…but I am not alone. It’s obvious so is everyone else.

    I come from a family of many kids and a mom and dad. We are very close and are affectionate (by American standards-normal by Italian standards), but everyone in my family is kooky. Sometimes I think to myself “what planet are they from”? My sisters think us boys are “weird” and we should think like them and us brothers always treated our sisters like dudes and thought they should be more like us….and mamma and papa were along for the ride.

    As I sit here on my back patio watching the butterflies attack the lilac bush (putting off mowing the lawn) and thinking to myself what would I be without my family? My siblings? I believe the greatest gift parents can give to a child is a sibling. And I also think in many ways we do help each other live extraordinary lives.

    • Davide! I love this comment thank you! You write like I do, sort of random and stream of thought. Your famiily sounds so wonderful. I am kooky too and I could have written your words myself. My baby brother and sister used to think I was the bomb, too! Let’s hope yours continue to think so. I think the same way about my mom–what on earth could she be going to confession for? Me? yikes. thank you my little Italian friend! have a great day and go mow the lawn.

  2. It’s good to be drawn to the holy, especially to start your day. After a while you may rearrange your appointments to a later hour and find that you DO get everything on the list accomplished—at least everything that God has on his list for you.

    • thank you nancy! would love to arrange my days this way but i don’t trust myself to stick to it–will be getting back to regular blog posting though now that my itch to move to the beach has finally been removed and I have peace again. i’ve been so obsessed lately. the daily Mass has really helped with clarity.

  3. I totally get where you’re coming from. The only way I manage saying the Daily Office and attending daily Mass is because Chapel is 30 steps from my “office” and about 100 steps from my “bedroom”.

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