One Sunday morning a young mother skilfully managed to steer her brood through the organised chaos of breakfast washing and dressing. The transfer from house to car do opposition even more determination, but eventually in the face of on from the smallest member of the household, she got the family to Mass in one piece. As usual, her face reddened on entry into the pew Why did they always have to be the family that arrived late despite all her good intentions?
On leaving the church she got chatting to an older couple who were selling raffle tickets for the church repairs. They casually suggested that she might like to impress upon her children the importance of the day by arriving that little bit earlier. Perhaps even saying a prayer with them in the car ensuring that the little darlings enter the church with the appropriate reverence.
Managing to bite her tongue she quickly left and vowed never to return to that particular church of old fogies who clearly were out to make life difficult for her and would not accept her children. It was obviously family unfriendly, and anyway, when was the last time they dealt with three of these little terrors?
Yet as the week wore on she began to reflect on why she made such great efforts. The answer was that she needed Jesus in her life. She thanked him for the gift of faith, a gift she wanted to pass on to her children. Some of the congregation might get on her nerves now and again but that should not stop her from coming to the Lord's table.
Arriving late the next Sunday she felt embarrassed. Yet somehow that familiar feeling reminded her that she was back in God's house and among friends.
God bless you!
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