When I walk through those doors I can’t help but smile. There is a lightness to the room that welcomes us in and I remember why it is I insist that we continue to go.
Last weekend I took my girls to their very first movie theatre experience. We saw the new Disney film The Star. It fills my heart that this movie exists. That the theatres were packed with families excited to see a movie about the very first Christmas. And of course, while my girls suffered with restlessness, I cried.
As a child I experienced this uneasiness saying the word ‘God’. I realize it may have had to do with the schools I attended, the friends we had and perhaps the time but, it brings me joy and relief that my children and I do not experience that now. It seems that perhaps times are changing. Maybe it has to do with all the horrors the world holds now a days but, it feels as though people are more open to believe. If for nothing else then to have some comfort in times when it feels like there is none.
Today’s mass was the first one in almost eight years that I actually heard. They invite the children to go downstairs to attend their own version, at their own pace and comfort level. I sat in the pew alone and was able to not only take the words in but the people around me. The contentment, the companionship, the…I don’t know…the community of all of those people who get themselves up and to church every Sunday morning.
As an added treat, a retired sister sang Eva Maria. Stunning. The entire congregation sat still as her voice literally soared over our heads filling the space with silver and gold.
My Maggie ended the wonderful experience with stuffing half a dozen donuts and two cupcakes into her paws as we exited the doors. And I’m back to the reality of motherhood.