I went to church at least once a week since the day of my conception through my nineteenth year of life. Although I have no memory of originally hearing or saying “and also with you”, the response became a reflex. If you plopped me in a pew while I was in a coma, the priest could give his cue and “and also with you” would pass my lips before my next belabored, artificial breathe.
The forced proximity of working in and living above a church for one college semester made me emotionally tired of genuflecting. Sleeping in and Yoga gradually replaced the Sunday morning tradition. Beyond Easter, Mother’s Day and Christmas, there are a few other occasions that I Google Saint-Something-or-Other’s PDF bulletin for mass times.
At church, I know the drill. Actually, I am a pro. I can sit, stand and kneel the shit out of that ceremony. I don’t feel like a pro in life. I don’t know how to respond or which direction to turn or how others seem to navigate so easily while I struggle. Shouldn’t there be some standard procedure for this? Some book I can reference? During one hour on a Sunday, I could partake in something predictable and secure without the chaotic world’s interruption.
You can imagine my surprise when I was about to respond with the same phrase for the three-thousandth time and the other parishioners overpowered me with a resounding “And with your Spirit.”
As I write this to you, I am still trying to convince myself: If the Catholic Church is capable of change, then I can handle change too! Change is okay. But the three year old inside of me is still stamping her feet and whining “I liiiiked it the way it was!”
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I loved being shaken out of my mass comfort zone and having to actually think about the words that would come out of my mouth. May the Lord be with you…
Thanks for your comment! That’s the term I was looking for: comfort zone. Glad you could step outside of yours.