Bedtime Stories

As my wife crawled into bed she asks me, “Want me to read to you”? “Sure”, I answered. After all I don’t even remember my mother reading to me. “It’s about the Mass”, she says. Well that would not have been my first choice…..but when you are starved for attention you take whatever you can get. As she read, the theology got a little deep. I could feel my eyes slowly rolling to the back of my head as I slipped into a semi-conscious state. I spent many a college lecture in the same state as the professor droned on with an endless stream of unintelligible information.
All this about how the Mass was one sacrifice for all times…not a remembrance or a memorial ceremony, etcetera, etcetera…and how we are really present at the foot of the cross. I just could not get my head around this “back to the future, time continuum” thing. I just hope all this theology will not be on the final exam.
I will say…there are times when Mass is just like being at the foot of the cross especially when I wonder why Jesus would go through all that suffering just for me…that’s something that defies human logic. And communion is like being at the last supper…it blows me away to think about that. But sometimes at Mass I am just like the other apostles…asleep in the garden. Even worse…I’m dipping in the same dish with my Lord and Savior.


Dear Lord, thank you for all you have done for me.
Forgive me for taking so long to get my heart around Your message.
Please, Lord Jesus, help me to pass the final exam.

Amen


5/11/2008