Gathered and Sent

Father Gary Thomas, right, pastor of Sacred Heart Church in Saratoga, Calif., gives the final blessing during Mass Oct. 31., 2010

When you grow up Catholic, you learn early on that Sunday Mass is non-negotiable. Unless you are dying, or certifiably contagious, you go to Mass. I was in school before I had a friend who was not Catholic and whose denominational road to salvation did not mandate Sunday attendance. My first thought was: WHAT? I envied her birth into a non-Catholic family.

There are of course ways to fudge the Sunday requirement: Saturday evening Mass is a wonderful gift from God for keeping your Sunday free, especially during football season. My grandmother decided that when you got old, God didn’t expect you to show up every week. She believed God had given her a pass to miss Mass without facing any additional time in Purgatory. I hope she was right. Then there was my dad’s pre-Vatican-II philosophy that he learned in Catholic school in the 1930s, so it must be true, which was that as long as you were present, meaning ‘in the building,’ for the Offertory, Consecration and Communion, which he would tick on three fingers, you’d met your Sunday obligation. You could thus rest easy about the possibility of being hit by a car during the week ahead and ending up in Hell because you had missed Mass. We skipped the final blessing of many Masses when I was a kid. You can see that I was well brought up in the faith.


My dad tried to teach the Offertory/Consecration/Communion three-finger rule to my children, but since that meant that as soon as Communion began, he’d turn to the nearest kid and say, “OK, let’s go!” I had to nix it. We stayed until the end, until the last note of the recessional hymn, because that’s when Mass was over. Then we’d say hello to Father outside, and only then would we get our donuts.

My children have mostly not grown up to be practicing Catholics, so I usually go to Mass alone. Several years ago, when a volatile pastor turned the post-Communion announcements into a ten-minute harangue about what was wrong with us as a parish, I found I was leaving Mass angry. So I started slipping out the back door after Communion. It was for the sake of my sanity, I told myself, thinking of my dad’s three-finger plan. Gradually, I ran into other parishioners on the way to the parking lot. Sometimes we even parked in the street for a faster getaway. The ranting pastor noticed this trend. One morning, as I got up to make my post-Communion departure, he roared, “The only one who left the Last Supper early was JUDAS!” I knew that bomb was for me, but this only got my Irish up, and from then on I left early on purpose. I played the role of Judas. I hoped my grandmother in her heavenly home wouldn’t notice, or else would pray for me extra hard.

We often don’t question our habits until something or someone challenges us. I continued to cut out of Mass early, even from different parishes, even with a new pastor, because it was what I did. I justified this behavior by thinking that someone was usually waiting for me to get out of Mass, so it was selfish of me to stay. But then a homily by priest in Los Angeles made me see the light, as well as the error of my ways. When we leave Mass early, he said, we skip an essential part of the Mass, when we are sent forth into the world, to carry the Gospel message with us wherever our lives take us. When we gather for Mass, we are nourished as a community of believers. But gathering is not enough. If we only gather together to feed ourselves, we are missing half of the equation of faith. We are to be gathered and sent, he told us. When we leave early, we are not sent, even symbolically. In leaving too soon, we indicate that we accept God’s sustenance, but reject the mission that Jesus entrusted to us. We are truly being selfish. The final blessing, when we are told to “go in peace,” matters to our missionary work. Leaving early signifies that we are leaving the Gospel behind us, and will visit it again for an hour next Sunday; that our faith is something that helps us, but doesn’t really help anyone else.

I haven’t left Mass early since. Sorry, Dad: turns out I need that final blessing. 

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Bruce Snowden
4 years 7 months ago
So true Ms. Schultz, the way things used to be attending Mass, being Catholic. I remember the Offertory/Consecration/ Communion regimentation, legalisms crowding out "spirit and truth" and lots of "clanging cymbals" often without realizing that something was lopsided. But Grace is everywhere, and in everything. The one big grace that rescued the People of God was Vatican II. How very different things are now! I said, Grace is everywhere and in everything, and sometimes wrapped in a most unexpected way that can cause laughter, which when righteous is connected to the Holy Spirit's "Gift of Joy." Allow one example - call it "Divine comedy." There was an educated gentleman, a faithful Protestant studying the Catholic Faith and considering conversion. He was troubled by some of the Church's teachings, including on the papacy. As he drove along the highway praying for Divine guidance he passed a Popeyes fast food place and his doubts about the Catholic Faith evaporated as he read the store's sign as, Popeyes! He's now happily Catholic doing great evangelical work. Yes, Grace is everywhere and in everything.


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