I go to this tiny church here in town. For years Mass has been at 11:30 and typically there are about 25 people with 1 poorly mannered and 6 well mannered kids in attendance. It is a peaceful gathering. I sit in the front row, where I’ve sat for years, with the sun shining on me as I soak up my weekly spirituality.
Things have changed.
The retired priest from Cody came out of retirement and brought his following with him. Now Mass is at 9:00. In the morning. I have to drag myself out of bed at around 8:30 and hope I’m fully dressed as I haul ass into town and screech into the lot on two wheels. If I’m not there before 8:45, not only do I not get my sunshiney front row seat, but I may not get a seat at all since now there are about 50 people with 20 kids in attendance. Kids crying, whining, falling off the kneelers, slapping each other, screaming, pulling hair and calling names. I don’t feel spiritual; I feel like I’m at the restaurant. Most of the time I want to throw up and I can’t get out of the church fast enough once Mass is over.
Don’t get me wrong, I like the retired priest and I’m glad he’s back. He is very amusing and up on current affairs and technology. A few weeks ago he was talking about how email and texting are separating us from our families because we don’t talk anymore. I know this is true in my life. He discussed the dangers of social networking sites such as Facebook and Twitter, but admitted he didn’t “know a tweet from a twat”. Yeah, that woke me up. If I had false teeth, they would have been up around the altar.
I know that fewer people will be in church as the days start warming up. I know that by July there will be about 10 people attending regularly. I just have to think positive thoughts until then because a rant on how much church is annoying me is really in bad taste.