Last night I got out of the house for the first time in 8 days. It took me about that long before I was willing to get into a car again! But our once-a-month Saturday-night Mass gig was this weekend at the Big Church, which is only one mile away, so I figured I could do it.
Except for the homily, I stood for the entire Mass. Sitting is difficult. I can’t sit gracefully or comfortably. I sit like a cellist who has just had her instrument stolen. And then, of course, there is the Wearing of the Yoga Pants– just about any other pants are out of the question right now.
But in that church, the musicians are located in a spot where no one sees how you’re dressed or that you’re pacing around back there during the Creed. So it worked.
I paid for that one-mile car ride, but it was worth it–SO worth it. I paid for the singing, which works the abs more than you might realize. But what I received? Hugs, good wishes, smiles and inquiries about my health from friends, neighbors, fellow musicians, deacon and pastor. The grace of just being there at Mass. The gift of singing at Mass (I was not foolish enough to try to bring my guitar). And the Eucharist, the whole reason I needed to be there.
A friend and fellow Franciscan stopped by last week to bring me Communion. I treasure that. And I treasure yesterday’s venture to church as well. These past couple of weeks, I have really been reminded of what it’s all about: Communion and community. I am grateful–very grateful–for both.
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I'm happy that you made it to Mass! Sometimes, you just need to be there.
Sorry about the sitting. 🙁 Today — recline!
I know what you mean. The gratitude. Going to Mass. Hope you feel better soon! Praying for you.
Love your sitting description – I a can so picture that way you have to sit! Sounds as if you are recuperating well, just remember to take it easy :)Bean