First Mass, Easter Sunday
So, I decided to go to a Catholic mass for the first time. I expected it to be much more grand and longer than it was. While I wasn’t let down, I did feel out of place.
Catholic mass seems to have many motions that you need to go through. Everyone seems to know what to do and what to say at the exact right time… it’s very hard to follow.
What did ring home to me, which I think was just what I needed at the right time was the talk of the Virgin Mary, and Jesus’ death and resurrection. I am not sure why this hit home with me. When the Father was speaking, it was like it was going straight into my brain. When I was on my knees and listening to him, it seemed to be a great moment. If I cried more easily, I would have wept then.
While I’ll be the first to admit, new Christians and “reborn” ones annoy me for the most part. Not because of their beliefs, just because they never shut up about it. Part of speaking to people is making sure they want to listen. I don’t want to become that person that is annoying.
This is a personal experience. I want to know God. I want to not just go through the motions. I want to feel and have a connection with God when I pray.
I am hoping this Catholic experience and following Sundays will be able to help me to understand. To understand not just in my brain, yet in my soul as well.
I am supposed to call the church tomorrow and talk to a lady there. She will be able to help me learn more about Catholicism. I am hoping they can help me have a personal connection; guide me in the right direction.
Now if only something could be done about the steep hill I need to walk up to get to the church…
