How I Came to Love the Mass Again


For years, the Mass felt.. flat.  I didn’t understand it, didn’t look forward to it.  My mom always asked us to join her, when we were younger, we were obligated to.

I sat, stood, knelt, and left. Sometimes I would count the minutes.

When I left home, I did not attend Mass anymore - for decades.

But something changed when I returned to the Church with open eyes and a willing heart. 

I began to study what the Mass actually is , the re-presentation of Calvary, not a reenactment, but a living mystery. 

Heaven touching Earth.

I realized that I wasn’t just watching a ritual. 

I was standing at the foot of the Cross with Mary, offering myself along with Christ.

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Now, I try to arrive early.  I read the readings beforehand.  I ask God to show me something. 

I even take down notes during the Homily and some insights I have all throughout the Mass.

And I offer everything, my fears, hopes, work, during the Offertory.

The Mass isn’t about “getting something”.  It’s about giving myself in worship. 

And in return, He feeds me with His very Body.

“Let me rediscover the wonder of the Eucharist, Lord — the meal, the sacrifice, the mystery.” 

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