By Jean Elizabeth Seah
SIX years ago, I read a story about a legless African girl called Olivia, who crawled 4.5km to Mass every Sunday, sometimes with the sun-beaten road burning her hands. She wasn’t even a baptised Catholic.
Her determination to get to Mass has stayed with me all these years.
I am spoiled – my homeland is Singapore, where there’s usually a Catholic church within a few minutes’ drive or a short bus-ride away, depending on where you live in our small city-state. Masses are offered every day at dawn, noon and sunset, and we have several perpetual adoration chapels, as well as various well-attended novenas.
At the Australian Catholic liberal arts college I am attending, we have Mass on campus twice a day every weekday, but not on Sundays, in order to encourage us to go out and participate in the wider community.
Yet – especially as an introvert – I have often been tempted to just vegetate at home in Singapore or sometimes in my college room and not make the little sacrifice to go out and meet Our Lord.
Sometimes I think of the silliest excuses – once I had a giant pimple on my chin, and I thought of how it would disgust the priest as he laid the Blessed Sacrament upon my tongue.
Thanks be to God, my guardian angel gave me a good mental poke and I saw how stupid an excuse that was.
The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass is an unsurpassable way to start your mornings with your focus on Christ, or to give you strength and sanctifying grace in the middle of your work, or to end off a long, weary day and offer it all up to God.
Just think about it – it is where God our Creator comes down from Heaven just to meet us and give Himself to us as nourishment so that we may enter eternal life with Him.
Don’t make your King wait – go, receive Him today in the Word and in the Eucharist.
Sure, some people have the misconception that Mass is boring.
After enjoying the beautiful liturgies in my college chapel, during these summer holidays I stayed away from weekday Mass in my home parish for a while, thinking that the lack of glorious music and lovely sacred furnishings would make me feel jaded.
But then, I realised just how well-written and powerful the priests’ homilies are.
They are exactly what I need to hear to live out my baptismal promises in this modern world. Every Mass is a taste of Heaven – and Heaven is out of this world: Mass is meant to be different to everyday life.
We cannot go to Mass expecting to be entertained. The liturgy is where we encounter and worship our Heavenly Creator – God is the centre, not us.
We may not be physically legless like Olivia, but we are all crippled in some way.
Jesus and Our Lady were the only perfect humans who walked this Earth after the Fall.
We need God the Divine Physician to heal our infirmities and give us the strength to help one another.
Moreover, if we want to go to paradise and spend eternity with God, we have to start working on our relationship with Him today.
If you really love someone, you’d feel like spending all your time with him, getting to know him better, and displaying your love in acts of service.
Well, who better to love than Love Himself? And where else is better than the Mass to encounter Him?
He will teach you how to love the people who come into your life.
God does most of the work in your relationship with Him – you just have to trust Him, open the door to Him, listen to Him and allow Him to enter and transform your life.
Olivia knew that, and she crawled to Mass.
Let us imitate her exquisite example of pure love.
Jean Elizabeth Seah is a 25-year-old law graduate who is pursuing her dream liberal arts degree at Campion College, Sydney.
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