My youngest daughter came to Mass this evening. It was her first time, and I was interested to see what she would make of it. She was wide eyed and attentive, as my church is very different to her own bare walled Protestant hall. She engaged with everything, joining in the prayers and responses, the standing, the kneeling, the gestures.
She has even finally managed to remember how to do the sign of the cross. I debated internally about what to do when it came to the communion line. I don’t go up myself, as I only want to go up that aisle when I am about to receive Jesus, but she was really engaged and there were other children going up for a blessing. So I explained the way for her to hold her arms and she went up on her own. She came back beaming all over her face, it was a joy.
At the end of Mass she told me she was sorry it was over. I took her to see the Sacred Heart statue, and then we visited the statue of Our Lady, lit a candle and prayed for a lady in her church who died on Thursday at the age of 98. We asked Mary to pray for her and bring her safely to Jesus.
My girl was buzzing as we departed the church, babbling happily about how amazing she thought it was. She loved the peace, the moments of quiet, the way everyone joined in. Interesting that a 12 year old doesn’t need flashing lights and rock bands to connect to church!