“I’m so tempted not to go to Mass,” Mom said as we prepared to pull out of the garage. “I have so many things to do before we go over to Ted’s house tonight” — we were to celebrate the January birthdays together — “and I have a hard enough time hearing the Mass anyway even without Fr. George’s accent.” (Mom’s hearing is severely impaired, though not completely lost.)
“It’s your decision, Mom,” I replied neutrally. I don’t want to force her to go, but I don’t want either of us to fall back out of the habit of going, either, which we did while Bob was alive.
“Well, lead me not into temptation,” she sighed, and put the car in reverse.
The first reading, of course, was from 1 Samuel 3:3-10, 19, in which Samuel, called by God to be his prophet, responds, “Speak, Lord, your servant is listening!” Deacon LeRoy gave the homily, building on that passage, telling us to listen for His voice, through all the noise pollution that surrounds us every day and in the stillness of quiet. And, of course, the Communion hymn was “Here I Am”.
When we were walking to the car, Mom started talking quite enthusiastically. Everything about this Mass had been perfectly timed to reach her where she was. “I’m really, really glad I didn’t give into the temptation to skip,” she said happily. “Well, next time,” I joked, “I promise I won’t give you an ‘out’.”



