… I recently visited the parish I no longer regularly attend for this past Friday’s Holy Day of Obligation. I went to mass that morning before heading into work. Looking around at the congregation that morning I couldn’t help noticing how nice every one looked. It was the first time I was at this church and seen the entire congregation dressed in their Sunday’s best. Then I remembered it was Friday morning … they weren’t dressed for mass. They were dressed for work. Priorities being what they are.
However, here’s the thing. A few years back I probably would have rushed into work and quickly pounded out a blog post rife with heated righteous indignation condemning people who care more about their appearance for their employer than for God.I guess I’m going soft in my old age. It only took me two days to saturate the blog-o-sphere with my indignation and outrage… only I’m not all that scandalized or indignant. Heck, I didn’t even mention the six Eucharistic minister for a congregation of maybe THIRTY people… oh, wait I just did. But I’m not indignant. Ok, so I rolled my eyes. That’s it I swear.
I’m working on re-prioritizing. I’m working on worrying less about other people’s perceived problems and short comings and spending more time fixing the myriad of mine own.