Something prompted me to head over for Mass today. Maybe that little voice at the back of the head (my conscience, perhaps?) suggesting that I've not been giving the kind of attention to things spiritual that I ought, especially during this Holy Season.
A young priest presided, a young fellow strummed a few hymns out on his guitar, and some 60-70 of the faithful, of all ages, gathered and worshipped. I smiled at the Gospel -- the mother of the sons of Zebedee doing what mothers do best, advocating for her sons -- and winced at the homily: "Do you make God the center of your life?"
I prayed for many intentions, mainly for my friend's mother, and for Barry who's just starting his round-the-world journey.
After Mass, most of the people stayed behind for the novena prayers to Our Lady of Perpetual Succor. I didn't know most of them, (well yes the Memorare and the Angelus), and didn't have the booket. So I just sat there, closed my eyes, and let the prayers of the Body of Christ gathered lift me up.
It was one of those times of great consolation, of peace, and thankfulness for the love of God poured out.
During Mass we sang this rather saccharine evangelical hymn, something I remember from my college days. It's stayed with me since.
Jesus I adore you, lay my life before you! O how I love you!