I grew up Catholic … going to church with my Mom and Nanny on Saturday night, then going with my Nanny and Pa on Sunday morning; catholic school; making all my sacraments … but over the years I pulled away from the church. It wasn’t a good fit for me, I didn’t agree with a lot of their beliefs. Over the last little bit, I’ve found myself missing the church. I still don’t agree with some of their ideas, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that I don’t have to agree with everything – even though some people within the church would have one believe otherwise.
On Sunday, I felt the pull to go to church. My brain clearly knew what my soul needed, so off I went.
I settled in moments before church began (because, you know, why on earth would I have been early) and started flipping through the missal to find the information for February 26 (which, in case you don’t go to church, is the 8th Sunday in Ordinary time).
Not every missal is exactly the same, the one thing I have noticed about the ones at the church I was attending is that there is almost a gospel at the beginning, which I found to be quite interesting. So interesting in fact, that I took a picture, so I could read it again.
I’m going to share part of it with you:
Ok … so I shared the whole thing. It’s interesting though, isn’t it?? I like when I can actual relate to something the church is talking about. Anxiety is debilitating, the media does make me worry because some days, I can’t help but watch 6 different news shows and try to stay up to date on social media.
And reading this, in church, set off my waterworks, because really, knowing that I have been reassured, makes me cry.
The service continued, and we got to the second reading. It was from the book of Matthew and one line stood out to me, one line that again sent me into tears.
So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today.
I spend a lot of time worrying about yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I worry about things that I can’t change, things that I did or said 20 years ago. But what I need to keep reminding myself, is that I can’t change what happened then and it makes no difference to my life today.
There is enough sorrow in the world to keep me worrying for the rest of my time on earth, but do I need to keep worrying? I don’t.
I am grateful to body and soul for knowing what I needed on Sunday. It was a good reminder that you can go home again.