Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Face Down

I know I wasn’t the only one chuckling in the pew this weekend after hearing the first reading.  For those of you who missed it (due to potty breaks—the five-year-old or pregnant you; screeching—the toddler or you; or crying—the baby or you on the brink of utter disintegration), here’s how the first reading opens:
Elijah went a day’s journey into the desert, until he came to a broom (I think this is symbolic) tree and sat beneath it.  He prayed for death, saying: “This is enough, O Lord!  Take my life, for I am no better than my fathers.”

After a weekend at my saintly in-laws’ home with the children by myself and no husband, I, too, wanted to lie down and call it quits.  This weekend was especially important because I regarded it as a test run for when my husband will leave us this fall to finish his last semester of school in Canada.  And if this weekend was any indication of what this fall will be like, our home will be nothing short of a hell ship.

After the chuckle faded and before the tidal wave of self-pity hit, the lector finished the reading:

“He lay down and fell asleep under the broom tree, but then an angel touched him and ordered him to get up and eat.  Elijah looked and there at his head was a hearth cake and a jug of water.  After he ate and drank, he lay down again, but the angel of the Lord came back a second time, touched him, and ordered, “Get up and eat, else the journey will be too long for you!”  He got up, ate, and drank; then strengthened by that food, he walked forty days and forty nights to the mountain of God, Horeb.”

Now, I knew God wasn’t calling me to more hearth cake because I’ve tried that, and it hasn’t helped…neither have Pop Tarts.  However, I did feel immediately a call to daily Mass and simultaneously an anger that the apparent solution to my problem—daily reception of the Eucharist during my long journey while my husband is away so that I don’t descend beneath my children’s behavior—was cruelly out of my reach.  I have a five-year-old, an almost four-year-old, and a twenty-month-old who spends the whole ride to Mass daydreaming about the naughty things she can do after the opening prayer.  Daily Mass—again, the solution—was simply not an option for me due to my vocation…in which I so desperately need to be fed again and again.  How rotten.  I was mad at everyone.

As the day grew on and I caught myself giving my children dirty looks and talking to them in a way that would most certainly get them in trouble if they had tried the same, I began to wonder if perhaps daily Mass for me personally right now was not optional.  I sensed in my constitution that I was too weak to merely go on a weekly reception of the Eucharist--totally aware also that one well-received Eucharist could make me canonized saint material—and wondered if maybe daily Mass would give me a more Eucharistic appreciation of my life and a greater desire to desire and see Jesus during my day.  I then also remembered that my church has a cry room and a dear friend of mine who has seven girls managed to go every day.  I perked up.  Perhaps there was hope for this fall.  Perhaps it didn’t need to end in my being face down under our pine trees.

We’ll start tomorrow, and I so hope this is more than a passing whim.  So a question for you: have you been able to work out a successful weekday Mass schedule with your family?  Any tips on how to get past that first bad day when everyone is misbehaving?  And what do you do with your toddlers? 


  1. Go for it! Your are at the worst point with taking your children to daily Mass because, as you said their ages, but it will get better. The children will get used to it, it will become their routine. I am able to take all 11 of mine (ages 1-16). I don't always take them all. Sometimes I get a dose of mortification. I learned never to think "Say, they are being really good today." Pride goes before the fall haha. Glad you are going to take the plunge! You'll reap the benefits!

    1. Thanks for the encouragement by your message and example, Julie--I know I'll be thinking of you and your 11! when the going gets tough. But so far, thanks be to God, it's gone so smoothly. He is so good to us :) God bless!

  2. I should clarify (without hijacking your blog!). I rarely take them all now due to gas prices. I aim for once a week, all the other days I try to fill up the "little" car alternating who gets to go. Though it is constantly on my mind that I think we should all go every day.