Ten Years Ago

Ten years ago, I did one thing that would change my life forever.

I went to church.

I had been to church before. I knew how it went. I’ve never been anything other than Catholic, but for a long time, I was nothing, really. My first boyfriend accused me of “paying lip service” to my Catholicism. I had to look that up; he was right, and I was offended because it was true. I prayed (for chastity, actually). I gave up sodas for Lent. That worked. I gave up chocolate another year, and that worked, too. (I now eat chocolate and drink soda.) Beyond that, I knew only enough to check the “Catholic” box. Literally, I checked the box next to “Roman Catholic” on the optional religious preference form during freshman orientation.

That was the extent of it. Up to a few weeks before that day, the last time I had set foot in a church was for my great-grandmother’s funeral. My mom bought me a suit. I did one of the readings. I’m good at reading. Then I went for Christmas, to see my little brother as a king in the children’s pageant. I don’t remember anything more about either of those days. Not the homily. Not what it was like to be in church after being gone for so long. Not whether I felt comfortable or uncomfortable.

I don’t even remember exactly when I made the decision to go back. (How is its own story.) I do know that I picked the day very carefully. Ash Wednesday is not a day of forgiveness. It’s not the Catholic version of Yom Kippur. We don’t really have a Catholic day of forgiveness. Yet Ash Wednesday is the one day when everyone comes out of the woodwork: more than Christmas, more than Easter, even more than Mother’s Day (the highest days of attendance, in order).

Something about Ash Wednesday says, “Come.” So I went.

I was a little afraid to go back that first time. I had never been to the Catholic Student Center. I knew it was within walking distance, and I didn’t have a car anyway, but I could read a map. (This was before I had a smartphone, so it was a real, giant paper campus map that I carried around in my giant purse.) In my fear, I asked a buddy to go with me. She had graduated from Catholic school with a healthy dose of skepticism but not so much that she wouldn’t go to church with me. We walked across campus together and found seats in the packed chapel.

No single homily has stuck with me more than the one I heard that day. Fr. Bill Byrne is a great preacher. Every day is a good day to preach a homily on forgiveness, and I owe my spiritual life to the one he gave to us college kids on Ash Wednesday, February 9, 2005. The central story went like this:

Imagine that, one day, your parents show up and bring you a brand new car. Lexus, Range Rover, whatever your dream car is. They tell you it is a special present just for you. It’s beautiful, and the license plate says “4PRECIOUS.” You love it! You drive it around campus, showing it off. It’s a great car. But one day, you get into a wreck, and the car is totaled. You’re ashamed and sad, and you finally get the courage to tell your parents about it. “No problem,” they say. “We’ll get you a new one.” And before you know it, you have another brand-new car, just like the old one. Same license plate and everything.

This time you’re way more careful, and you do everything you can to protect it, but it gets totaled again. You can’t even believe it, and when you tell your parents, they say, “No problem, sweetie. The new one’s already on the way.”

The love of God is like that. He gives you everything. You screw up. He gives it all back to you. All you have to do is ask. He loves you so much that he will never deny you forgiveness and will give all the grace back to you, every single time.

I needed to hear that. Oh, I’m sure that years of pastoral training and experience had taught Fr. Bill that most people in the pews need to hear Christ’s message of forgiveness. I’m not so arrogant as to think that he actually gave that homily just for me.

But it worked. Four days later, I dragged myself out of bed before noon on Sunday and walked halfway across campus to the larger Memorial Chapel for Mass. I sat toward the back (but not in the back; I was never that kid) and stumbled my way through the Creed. I nailed all the songs from the hymnal, though. I’m a pretty good sight-reader. I’m reasonably certain received Communion that day, and on Ash Wednesday, although I should not have. (I have since repented. Let’s not pretend that doesn’t happen.) And it was okay.

So I went back the next Sunday, and the next.

Soon, I cornered Fr. Bill for an ambush confession. (I don’t recommend the ambush.) It was face-to-face. He didn’t know me from Adam; what did I have to fear? I stuck with the big ones. He gave me four Hail Marys as penance: one for each year I’d been away from the Church.

When I went home for spring break, I went to Mass with my dad, who was preparing for baptism through RCIA. (That is not a coincidence.) I missed one Sunday by oversleeping when I got home for the summer, but that was the only one.

I don’t miss Mass anymore. At the peak, I went to Mass six days a week. You barely have to meet me to know that I’m in it for good.

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A solemn face, but a peace-filled one.

It all started that Ash Wednesday. It’s not obligatory, but it sure is popular. It’s not aimed at forgiveness so much as repentance, but sometimes it works.

I’m praying for those “sometimers” because one of them was me.



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Mother’s Day? Maybe people want to please their mothers and so go back to Church. Of course, Mothers’ Day is during the Easter Season and could coincide with Pentecost (which SHOULD be number 3).

I just saw an article on BustedHalo that said Ash Wednesday was number 1 (although how the writer knows that is not clear). I haven’t been to church on Ash Wednesday in more than 15 years. I don’t go on Good Friday either. Too busy fasting those days. Church is not a place to go when you are fasting.

Being a priest is one of those jobs where there is a big delay in getting feedback and knowing if their efforts are paying off. They must love stories like yours where one homily sparks a renewal.

    I definitely think it’s making Mom happy that drives people to church. Mom gets to do what she wants that day, so when she wants everyone to go to church together, they go. As I understand it, the UK version (Mothering Sunday) began as a return to one’s “mother church,” i.e. church of baptism.

    Why isn’t church a place to go when you’re fasting? Mass attendance is not required, so you can totally skip it, but what connects that with fasting?

    Fr. Bill was a huge spark for that ministry. I don’t know if I ever laid out the whole story for him. I did write a letter to an Austin priest thanking him for celebrating a Mass so reverent it moved me to tears. Does that count? :)

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I love hearing these stories.

The map thing is funny, because I did that, too (and wrote about it somewhat recently in my Word document-writing).

I personally don’t remember that homily, but it IS a good one and I likely did hear it.

This is an awesome post! It’s awesome how you remember the homily as well! There is one All Saints Day homily from college that I remember really well but there really isn’t a significance to it or anything.

My mom always tells the story that her dad went through RCIA and was confirmed at the same mass she was confirmed and thought it was really cool (she was in 4th grade at the time).

It’s stories like this that I think we need to forget about the crowds on these high holy days and remember how if just 1 person comes back to the church that day we’ve done something good!

I found it interesting that Mothers Day has higher attendance than Palm Sunday. Although, I do know protestant friends and their Moms make them go to their church on Mothers Day (and their mom gets offended if they don’t).

    Mom will make everyone go to church! That’s why the father’s active churchgoing is more important. If it’s not important to Dad, it’s less likely to really seem important to the kids.

    I’d like to think that I would have found Jesus eventually even if my dad hasn’t been finding him , too, but who knows how long it would have been! I’d have missed out on so much grace!

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