Sunday, July 18, 2010
I'm from here.
Dear husband and I had a weekend away, which doesn't happen often enough. Just a couple of days hanging out, eating good food, wandering and relaxing.
Being Catholic, a weekend away also means checking into a hotel and grabbing the phone book to figure out where the closest Catholic church is, and what time Mass is. I enjoy attending Mass in a different place, just to have a change in architecture, music, homily, etc.
What I do NOT like is the inevitable "Let's have all our visitors stand up so we can welcome them" when we are in a "vacation town". Some priests feel compelled to make a spectacle of people, shake our hands, applaud us, whatever. Ugh.
There are a couple of reasons I don't like this. The first is that I don't like messing around with the Mass. It's not social hour. (Yes, I know I sound grumpy. I don't care.) The second, and perhaps bigger reason, is this. I am NOT a visitor. I am from here. Okay, I don't live in this town, but I'm Catholic. Therefore, I am NOT a visitor in this particular church. I am not a visitor in ANY CATHOLIC CHURCH ANYWHERE. The Catholic Church is universal. That means, no matter where I am, this is my home. Doesn't matter if the parish is in Timbuktu, Taiwan, or Traverse City. It's my church. I'm from here.