Today’s pre-prayed Gospel at CatholicMom.com is the “Let the children come to me” passage in Matthew. Couldn’t have been more timely, I’m perpetually devolving into rehashed childishness. You know this Gospel so well you’re probably ready to throw promotional trinkets at the wicked DRE who tricked you into volunteering for VBS this year:
Is there something new to be found in this reading?
No. There is something very old.
Just don’t even start with me about how this passage is your excuse for turning the practice of the faith into a perpetual marshmallow roast around the campfire:
We can make this passage trite by pretending it’s all about goofy songs instead of serious worship at Mass, or some other trendy way to substitute amateurism for sincerity. But watch children: They are serious creatures.
I talk about a handful of things, then finish with a prayer that includes lines like this:
Help us to be grateful for the immature, irresponsible, incompetent friends you’ve given us.
Now you know you want to read the whole thing.
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Speaking of childishness, here’s the rough edit on Lord Have Mercy, There’s a Baby in My Church, for all you musicians enduring infant soloists this weekend.
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