Sunday, I had a choice. Go to mass or not go to mass.
I went to mass. Why did I decide to go to mass? That is what I kept asking myself on the way to church and during church.
I don’t like going to mass. I don’t like the push to sing. I don’t want to sing. I don’t like the ‘preachy-ness’ of most sermons. I like sermons that are about love and peace. I don’t like the sermons about God wants you to do this and that. I especially don’t like the sermons that push the Church’s position on social issues.
Most of all, I don’t like going to mass because…its a product of the Catholic Church. I don’t like the Church. I just want them to stop molesting kids. Put the molesters in jail. You don’t get an exception for because you think you’re doing God’s work.
So, why did I go to mass?
My first thought was that I went to mass to ask God for a job. That disturbed me. I don’t want to be the type of person that goes to mass to ask God for things. I thought about that. Is that really who I am? After some more thinking I realized that, no. I didn’t go to ask God for a job.
I went to mass to avoid starting on my homework. That is who I am, a procrastinator.
A responsible procrastinator, I need to add. I finished my homework with time to spare.