This morning I did something I would normally not do. Something that others would do, but I wouldn't. But I did it this morning.
My running club normally meets on Saturday mornings. This week our Saturday morning run was canceled due to ridiculously cold weather. We were to meet on Sunday instead. I knew I could not go to mass last night. I wondered how I could go to mass this morning and still go for my run.
I figured it out. I could go to mass 'on the way' to my run. Which meant I would attend mass in my running clothes. Now, let me hasten to tell you that they are in no way immodest. But they are not church clothes, they are running clothes.
After mass, while driving to the canyon where we ran (see above), one of my Catholic friends phoned me. I told her how upset I was about showing up at mass wearing inappropriate clothing. She disagrees with me about what is appropriate clothing for mass. She told me that God is happy to have me show up wearing my running clothes. She said He is happy to have a hip running woman at mass.
I told her that I do not agree.
I think I showed a blatant disregard for God and his home. I think I told him and everyone else that mass was an after thought. That running was important, and mass was something I could "squeeze in" on the way.
I told her that next week I am going to go to mass at the Latin Mass Community of the Archdiocese. I will wear a dress and a veil and go act right. She was horrified and said I am moving backward.
I probably shouldn't even write anything here about the Latin Mass - I certainly don't want to enter the debate, but I will just say that I want mass to be holy. I grew up wearing a veil or a hat, and a dress, never pants (and certainly not running pants!), and praying in latin. I know those prayers like the back of my hand.
One time I went to the pastor of my church (who is now a monsignor) and asked him how I could become less judgmental. I told him I didn't understand how people could come to mass in sweat pants and shorts! I thought he would lecture me about not judging. Instead he told me how he pondered the same thing. He said he often thought about what his parishioners would wear if they were invited to the home of the President of the United States - they would wear only their finest! And yet, each week they come to the house of God in any old thing. I gave that a lot of thought.
Just not when it was inconvenient this morning.
I will make amends for this....