
‘I go to Mass because it is a gift’
I remember when I was a child my mom and dad would take us with them to church. Sometimes it was not a welcome adventure. I am not an early riser, and in those days there were no afternoon, evening, or late morning services. My brother, sister, and I would grumble and sit cross armed in the car as we drove to church. It was interesting, though. When we arrived, people were always happy to see us and would say hello or ask my parents questions about their week. They would say things like how nice we looked or how pretty our dresses were (no pants in those days).