When I was young I would always go to mass with my family, and my mum would prompt me for the moment when I had to sit or stand or kneel, often telling me to “pay attention coz this is the most important part”. With a child’s understanding, I would often look up searching for the ‘something important’, yet understanding little. Now as adult, I understand a little more. Whereas mass used to be a boring obligation and a spiritual Sunday duty, it has now become a breath of fresh air, a worthy investment of my time. Even though, like the rest of us, my days are always so hectic and time seems always to escape me, those days I manage to go to an MSSP mass are the days I feel most alive. At MSSP I’ve found a space to cut off from the speed of the world, from the expectations of society and the stress that comes with all that. I’ve found a home where I can sit, close my eyes, and just be for a while. I’ve found a place where I can learn about God’s plan for my life and grow in faith. I’ve found a mass that is purposeful and inspired. I’ve found a community of believers that is going somewhere, that is rooted, that spurs me forward. I guess it’s a mini snapshot of what church is meant to be, just as was intended.
Even though, like the rest of us, my days are always so hectic and time seems always to escape me, those days I manage to go to an MSSP mass are the days I feel most alive.