Sunday morning list of things we pretty much knew, but now we’re absolutely certain:
1. I was not made for wedding processions. Barring strict orders otherwise, I’ve given it up. Walk at a decent clip, cough cough cough, and sleep half the day. Much better. Moderation is overrated.
2.Properly-deployed Extraordinary Ministers of the Eucharist *rock*. You who are prone to getting your socks in a wad over Speed Communion, in your Therese-like practice of self-control, resist the urge to make snarky comments to your pastor about how he’s doing it wrong. The handy thing about parishes that unleash a fleet of EME’s at every Mass is that you know exactly whom to call when you’ve got a sick person at home. So maybe your pastor’s doing it right after all.
3. Go to daily Mass when you can, and you’ll have it to draw upon when you can’t. Nothing beats the silence of a good weekday Mass. Grab one as often as you’re able, and that silence banks up in your soul. It doesn’t go away. Go when you can. When you can, go.
(#3 I didn’t actually know. It’s a pleasant surprise.)
