I’m a nine-year-old Catholic, and every time I go to Mass I remember why I am so glad to be Catholic. It doesn’t have to be Lent or even Easter Vigil (even though that’s my favorite.)
Mass is literally Heaven on earth, and nothing will ever be able to replace it now that I’ve realized that. If only more people were taught this while young–taught to feel it as well as just know–we wouldn’t have so many fall away. When you actually feel it in your heart instead of only knowing, it’s beautiful.
Of course, faith isn’t about feelings–it would be wrong to think that either. A lot of things are true although we cannot feel it, mostly because we don’t want it to be true: We don’t like to be told what to do. We can try to feel it, but we won’t like the feelings that come with it, such as conviction or the itch that we need to change something about ourselves.
We don’t want to change, think we’re fine just the way we are, but there’s always room for improvement. Christianity isn’t for warm, fuzzy feelings. It’s about polishing us through fire to make us into saints.
I didn’t go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of Port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don’t recommend Christianity.
This weekend it all just sinks in, how much He loves us. He doesn’t need us around, but died so we could be with Him anyway. We’re so used to selfish love, the “What can you do for me?” mindset, that we cannot wrap our minds around love like that.
There is nothing we can do for Jesus except love Him back, and many of us fail to do even that. To act out our faith seems to require too much effort, and so we throw His sacrifice right in His face.
On Easter, though, we are forced to look at Him again: To see what He did for us.
That’s what Good Friday is for. Today when they brought out the wooden cross, it was powerful. There’s no way to get around it when we see it right in front of us. If we rely on feelings to prove a religion true, what can we do when we’re faced to look right at His sacrifice?
Some will cry, some will be in awed silence–others still will remain lukewarm.
For me, I was in awed silence. I did tremble, and thanked Him, and reminded myself that I need to fall in love with Jesus every single day–not just on Easter.
I hope you all have a wonderful Easter Vigil!