The words stopped me in my tracks this morning. They made me think about families in church – something that I treasure. Often we only hear the crying children, or experience kids in church as an inconvenience. We remember how we were never allowed to talk, read, eat cheerios or go to the bathroom and we grew up just fine. I’m not always so sure about that… Nothing personal – I’m referring to myself here.
This is a story of motherhood, families, church as community and the huge pain that we all are to one another… if that is how we choose to see it. Even when they are our own kids! See what Ginny has to say:
It’s Sunday morning, and we’re at Mass. My little boys turn the pages of their picture books, surprisingly well-behaved. As the priest gets up to read the Gospel, the thought of his homily fills me with pleasant anticipation. Father Xavier possesses equal parts knowledge and wisdom and honesty in the face of…
Please go to my friend Ginny Kubitz Moyer‘s blog at Random Acts of Momness, and read the rest of her post entitled, An Inconvenient Gospel. She also writes for Catholic Mom, Busted Halo, and is the author of the book, Mary and Me.