When You Don’t Want to Go to Mass

I did not want to go to Mass yesterday.  We had been on a non-Catholic marriage retreat in a town 3 hours away.  We had driven back on icy, treacherous roads.  We hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before because we stayed up late.  So by the time we had arrived home, picked up our daughter and unpacked, it was late in the afternoon. I was exhausted.  We were all tired.  I told my husband that I wasn’t going to attend the 5:30 Mass.  I just wasn’t in the mood.  He said “ok.” But then I realized how much I was looking forward to crashing on the couch and watching my latest Netflix movie and it hit me “I am skipping Mass to watch some show?”  I realized that it was when I didn’t want to go to Mass that I most needed to go.  Plus, what type of message was I teaching my daughter?  So I went.  I apologized to God for not wanting to see Him.  And at the end of the Mass, I was glad I had dragged my lazy behind to Calvary.