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Wednesday, February 22, 2023
A Lenten Plea for the Working Man.
I used to go to daily Mass, save for Saturdays.
I no longer do, as the Mass I went to, daily, was cancelled.
In every Parish which is served by an attendant pastor, there is daily Mass. Locally, there are three parishes, and they all have a daily mass. Their schedules are:
Downtown:
6:30 a.m.
East:
9:00
West:
9:00.
And that's why I don't go to daily Mass.
9:00 a.m is a time guaranteed to wipe out any working person from attendance. If you have a job, you are not making it.
6:30 a.m. is pretty early in the morning.
Now, it could be argued that, well, anyone could make that.
Not hardly. Again, if you work, that means that you pretty much have to be prepared to go to your office by about 6:00 a.m. It's 5:35 a.m. as I start writing this, and I'm still trying to wake up from not getting enough sleep the night before, drinking my coffee.
Today, I have to shave, shower, put on my lawyer costume and head out the door prepared to take on the plethora of other people's problems I deal with every day. I'm not going to be able to do that, and make a 6:30 a.m. Mass.
I could make a noon Mass, and that's the daily Mass I used to attend.
I certainly wasn't alone, there were always others there. By and large, they were people who walked up from their offices or drove there. Working people who came on their lunch hour, skipping lunch,.
Indeed, I often notice, as I sometimes drive by when its getting out, that early morning attendees downtown have a sort of social schedule built into attendance at that Mass. Not all of them, by any means, but some.
And that's 100% okay.
What I mean is that I see them walking from Mass to a nearby café. They probably do that all the time. I don't have time, however, to engage in that sort of activity in the morning, and I probably wouldn't go to a café in the morning much if I did. I point that out, however, as the people who hiked up at noon were giving their lunches up, in some cases, just to be there. They were dedicated.
I fear, sometimes, that it's easy to forget the working folks. They don't say much, they just go to their jobs and back, and come on in on Sunday. They aren't retired, so they don't have time to get to a 9:00, and frankly a lot of them couldn't easily make a 6:30.
Noon worked great.