7 Quick Takes (including 3 Things!)

7 Quick Takes (including 3 Things to Love about Catholicism)

(thanks to Jen and Micaela for inviting us linkers!)

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"Spring Break" 2013 ROCKED!

Today's the last day of our "Spring Break."  I got to SLEEP IN every day this week (thanks, Babe!)  And although we did squeeze in a few lessons every day - we mostly laid low and had at-home fun.  Lots of Legos, puzzles, catching up on Art and Music, and even outside fun in the sun.  It was just what I had hoped for after the cRaZy BuSy month of March we had. 

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Some of how we spent our Spring Break: 

(we're saving the wild parties and bikini beaches until next year... when they're a little older)  ;)  

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My husband and I are going out tonight!  Usually our dates are a quick dinner somewhere and then Target (or other errands that are easier to get done without the kiddos.  A little lame, but it's efficient and at least we're together!)  But tonight is a date date.  Dinner and a show.  Well, it's a stand up comedian.  

I've been stressing over whether or not I would order an adult beverage at dinner - would it loosen me up to enjoy the act more, or would it put me to sleep?  The second is probably more likely, since the show does start practically after my bedtime.  To avoid all confusion about tonight's adult beverage consumption, I just had a beer at nap time and am set :)

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I thought the Shackleton Craze of March 2013 was over, but apparently not.  Aaron came over to me the other day and said, "Mom.  Look.  I'm the stowaway with Mrs. Chippy."  Kids. I love it when they learn stuff.

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Reason to Love Catholicism No. 1...

The Mass

is the Mass is the Mass is the Mass.  No matter where you go.

I don't travel much anymore.  But when I did, and when I do again, I didn't (and I won't) have to search for the local version of my hometown church; I don't have to find a place that most closely fits my usual brand of Christianity for Sunday worship.  When I go to Mass across the street or in another hemisphere, it is the same.  It is the same Faith, the same Creed, the same prayers and responses, the same Sacrament, the same communal Body of Christ, and the same transubstantiated (is that a real form of the word?) Body and Blood of Christ everywhere the Mass is offered.   Wow.  It is comforting and awe-inspiring at the same time.

My point in pictures:

Haiti and India seem worlds away from where I am... but I know what these people are doing and I know what they believe.  I could feel fairly comfortable here!  

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Reason to Love Catholicism No. 2...

Longevity

Likewise inspiring awe and offering comfort is the Church's longevity.  I hadn't thought about this much until recently when I was reading Dion: The Wanderer Talks Truth (a book that I'll write about another time.) While "trying out" different faiths, Dion DiMucci and his wife walked into a evangelical store-front church (no doubt called something like the Second Reformed Church of the Third Old Order of Traditional Modern Day First Reformers!) and she said dryly, "I wonder where this place will be in 2000 years."  Forever a fan of sarcasm, I loved her not-so-subtle nod to the Catholic Church.  It made me think more seriously about what a blessing it is to have a Church that has weathered the "best of times and the worst of times." 

 (I tried to get a picture to prove my point that the Church will be around to weather the challenges of the future, but I didn't get any Google Image results for "Catholic Mass on the Moon."  Shoot.)

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Reason to Love Catholicism No 3...

The Communion of Saints

Yet even more awesomeness and comfort.  

Read it straight from the Catechism:

955 "So it is that the union of the wayfarers with the brethren who sleep in the peace of Christ is in no way interrupted, but on the contrary, according to the constant faith of the Church, this union is reinforced by an exchange of spiritual goods."

and 

962 "We believe in the communion of all the faithful of Christ, those who are pilgrims on earth, the dead who are being purified, and the blessed in heaven, all together forming one Church; and we believe that in this communion, the merciful love of God and his saints is always [attentive] to our prayers" 

and from the Bible:

"Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us."

How grateful I am to have the prayers and encouragement of the saints.  What an honor to pray for those who are close to obtaining heaven, though still undergoing purification.  And what a joyful responsibility we have to pray for each other - "pilgrims" and "wayfarers."  

Man, I hope I'm doing this prayer and pilgrimage thing right because I really want to make it to other side :) 

Don't forget to check out the links up top to read more Quick Takes and Reasons to Love the Faith!

The Problem With the Front Pew

The Problem With the Front Pew

(and my take on keeping Mass a family affair)

Yesterday, being Sunday, we packed up our little quartet of kiddos and went to Mass.  (We do this pretty much every Sunday, don't ya know.)  But my husband had been out very late the night before and we had agreed to take it easy Sunday morning and not rush around like crazy, tired, maniac people to get to our normal 8 o'clock Mass.  We thought it was a prudent decision to go to the 10 o'clock Mass. 

The 8 o'clock Mass is quiet, it's traditional, it has elderly ladies aplenty to fawn over the baby and tell the others how well they behaved ("Ahem.  You might not think so, Mrs. McGillicuddy, if you were sitting right next to them, as I was."  Ok, I have to be honest, that's not entirely fair... her last name was probably something Polish with a lot of w's and c's and z's!)  At the 8 o'clock we sit in the fifth row.  Close enough to be close - to see the altar and not be distracted by too many people in front of us - but not so close that something could accidentally (or *accidentally*) be thrown up onto the altar.  (Imagine the deacon leaning over, "Excuse me, Father, I believe a children's missal and baggie of cereal just landed in your lap.  And I may be mistaken, but it looks like the missal has... a bite... taken out of it.")

Anyway, yesterday we trooped in, and were a delightful sight for all the 10 o'clock elderly ladies who assumed we must be visitors.  I heard someone whisper, "the boys must be twins!"  Somehow, before I realized what was happening, we were in the front row.  I'm still not sure who chose the pew, but there we were.  I rolled my eyes but quickly thought, "Ok.  This could actually work very well today."  The three older kids had been plotting together throughout the morning how they were all going to have great behavior and participate loudly so that they would all earn after-Mass donuts.  (because, whether you approve of our sugary reward system or not, that is the current measure of did you have good behavior and participation at Mass today.  We have not yet graduated to the Mass is its own reward.  Rest assured, I regularly beg the Holy Spirit that He will move within the material limits of the donut system and win over some little hearts for love of the Mass.  He is known for His mysterious and powerful ways, you know.)  

Well, the front pew didn't work out as I had planned.  Not because my children were poorly behaved.  They are of course, occasionally poorly behaved (after all, we are only a very mediocre Catholic family, where piety is concerned).  But the disruptive behavior is becoming more and more rare, and on this particular Sunday there was none.   They did very well!  But before the readings began, the priest came forward and invited the children up to gather for prayer and then to leave the church for children's... I don't know what... Scripture and drawing time, I guess?  I didn't even know our parish did this.  My husband and I had talked about this practice some years ago and had agreed that we were not interested in having our kids leave the family during Mass.  We just don't do this.  But it took me by surprise and we were sitting in the front pew.  A dozen other kids came and gathered next to us, the priest came down and waved our kids over, and I didn't even know what to do!  I was completely caught off guard.  I let them go.  I would have felt really awkward shaking my head "no" and telling my kids to sit back down while everyone else in the church was watching the kiddie crowd gathering right beside us.  At least a few rows back I could have bowed my head in prayer or rifled through my purse and pretended like I had no idea what was going on.  

So my kids went, against my better judgement.  I missed them the whole time.  I kept thinking: this is the Mass, this is where they should be.  They were so prepped (and pumped!) for great behavior and participation and they missed out on exercising it during the whole Liturgy of the Word.  I don't exactly know what they did wherever they went, (and I confess I didn't ask anyone from the parish about the specifics) but I'm pretty sure it was a kiddie version of the readings and, based on a coloring sheet they brought out, an overview of Holy Week and the Triduum.  I am not against child-friendly Bible stories, prayers, meditations, crafts, etc...  In fact, we use many of those things at home, which is why I don't feel the need to pull my children out of the Mass and repeat those things with a stranger (admittedly, she was a "stranger" because I didn't introduce myself)  We use child-friendly (please don't mistake "child-friendly" for "childish") Bible readings and prayers and discussion at home so that our children will have that age-appropriate introduction and preparation to better understand and appreciate the actual Mass  that is for all human beings, not just adults.  

Lest I fall prey to a case of Holy Catholic Mom Judging What Other Presumably Less Holy Catholic Moms are Doing or Not Doing or Don't Even Realize What They're Doing or Not Doing.........  or even worse, is the case of Obnoxiously Opinionated Parish Mom Who Thinks She Knows Better Than the Pastor......

please allow me to state that I don't believe that it's wrong or misinformed to allow children to suspend participation in Mass to participate in another form of prayer or reading specifically geared towards the young.  It's in no way harmful.  I can imagine many instances in which it would be immensely helpful, especially a case in which a child didn't have age-appropriate Bible stories or related materials available to her at home or school.  I absolutely get that.  My purpose for writing this is primarily to revisit the reasons why this is not currently an option for our family, and to steel myself for the next time it comes up... even if we're sitting in the front pew. 

The reasons we keep our children with us at Mass:

* Mass is a priority and a privilege for our whole family (and, oh yeah, an obligation on Sunday and Holy Days).  We make it a point to get to Mass on time, and we don't leave early, so it's natural that we wouldn't permit any of our family members to "skip out" on the middle portion of the Mass!

* My mother used to always bemoan the concept of "dumbing" down Scripture so that kids could understand it: for instance, referring to "Noah's big boat" because kids can't be expected to know what an "ark" is.  I'm not a certified child educator (unless doing it every day "certifies" me) but I'm pretty sure that my kids learned what an ark was when I used the word and then explained it to them.  Young children will obviously not be able to understand every word and meaning of the readings from the Old and New Testaments, but being exposed to them will help develop their ear for that type of language.  They will learn as they listen.  And it's not like it's a sin to whisper at Mass; we have been known to whisper meanings of words or passages to the kids during the readings.  (I have also been known to whisper things like, "Stop whispering!  Stop it!  This is not the time or place to whisper!  Just.  Stop.)  

* It's important to us to prepare our children for participating at Mass, and eventually in the Sacrament of the Eucharist, so we spend time, and expend effort,  at home explaining to them at a comprehensible level, what happens at Mass, what to expect, and how to join in.  When I can (and sometimes I forget) I try to read the Gospel to them ahead of time so that it sounds familiar.  And when I'm feeling really ambitious, I try to get the list of hymns from the organist ahead of time so that we can practice some of them.  Our kids love being able to sing confidently along with the hymns they know, and if I've taught a hymn at home, there's no excuse for not participating ;)  

* I especially don't want my children to miss out on singing the Responsorial Psalm, a portion of the Mass that they really enjoy.  (Participating through singing has the potential to earn a lot of points toward donuts.)  Again, here I indulge in a little whispering so that they know the correct words to sing.   

* I'd like my children to witness, and thereby learn, that Cannon Law dictates that a priest or deacon proclaims the Gospel and gives the homily.
*Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me," so it might be kind of disordered if my mindset was, "Keep my little children away from me while I meet Jesus in the Mass." (Kind of hyperbolic; just making a point.  I'm pretty sure that's not really what parents of children's-liturgy attendees are thinking!)
* My husband and I talk about this often with the kids so it might be losing it's oomph, but Mass is a gift.  And we will receive it together.  Physically staying with each other throughout the service is a substantive reinforcement of the words we spout all week long.  

* I like the feel of having my whole family with me throughout the Mass  (Obviously can't help stuff like emergency bathroom trips and the back-of-the-church-stroll you make with screechy babies!)

* With my children with me all Mass long, I may not be able to concentrate on every word that comes from the altar and ambo, but that is a sacrifice that I have recently come to accept and appreciate.  Squirming, chattering, nose-blowing, and hymnal-stacking are ok. It means my children are with me.  Our little "domestic church" is worshiping (and maybe whispering) in union with the Universal Church.  And that's not a problem for me.  It's the way I want it and next time we're in the front pew, I'll be better prepared!

Hangin' with Father and the servers after Mass

(family and Mass kit done by my lovely - and talented - friend Lori)