“Do you really think God cares if you go to church every Sunday?”

I go to mass in a Roman Catholic Church every Sunday. I have often been met with the question, “Why?”, from Protestants and non-believers alike. Followed by the title of this piece. Do I really think God cares if I go to church every Sunday? Yes. I do. But my why does not require scripture or the evidence that my inquirers always expect. It may exist, but I don’t need it. I go to church every Sunday because I believe we should want to.

I have heard so many times the anti-church lament that we shouldn’t have to worship God in a church. That believing in Him is enough, and if we pray from time to time, we should be alright. Maybe that’s true. When I get to heaven’s gate, I guess I’ll find out. But how does that set us apart from any other human? Even the faintest of believers pray in desperate moments. We need our time in the sanctuary. It should not be difficult for us to set aside one day, even just an hour of a day, to spend time with Jesus. It is like any other important relationship in our universes. You get coffee with friends. You go home on breaks from college to see your family. You have date nights with your spouse. God is as important as these relationships. No, he is the most important of these relationships. And just like the people we love, it is not and should never be a chore to spend time with Him.

An hour of your Sunday. An hour to sit and be with Jesus and say what you need. Thank you. Help me. It is in Sunday mass that He is presented to us body and blood. And we get to participate! We get to become one with him. How can we possibly expect our loved ones to really know us if we never choose to spend time with them? Time is the most valuable thing we can give another, and time with Jesus begins with a Sunday in the sanctuary.

“you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
― Warsan Shire

The one.

“When I met my wife, being with her wasn’t like anything else. No one I had ever experienced compared to her. They weren’t bad people. I could’ve been really happy with many of them. But there was just no contest. And when I found her, I knew that. I guess that’s what they say about soul mates existing.” – J.L.