Goose Bumps

As a youngster I did not understand why I had to go to church…because…and I quote “I don’t get anything out of it.”  Now, when I hear that same response from my children and grandchildren, it disturbs me and I can’t come up with a good retort.  I’m not sure when or why I changed. But now church feeds a hunger in me that yearns for more.  There is something mysterious about Mass.   Even though I daydream, fidget and fumble with the prayer book and lose my place…during Mass I always have a goose bump moment that convicts me, a moment of reassurance, reassurance that Jesus loves me no matter what.  It’s just an ephemeral feeling that holds some unexplainable truth that I can’t put into words nor put my finger on…but I know it’s real.  So I just want to be there…in church...I think that’s pretty much the answer my parents gave me “you just HAVE to be there”. They gave me no other option.

God will put you in your place

When His grace is in your face

You can hide and you can run

You can say you’re having fun

But

There will be no reason to frown

When

The hound of heaven tracks you down.

Amen