What’s In It For Me?

What’s in it for me?  Do you ever find yourself asking that very question, particularly when you are asked to do something? I never thought of myself as particularly selfish, but I find myself pondering this very question more and more often whenever I am asked, no whenever I have to do something, anything.

This really started with going to Sunday mass.  You see, I typically go to daily morning mass, Monday through Friday and enjoy it immensely. I always take something away from the readings, the gospel, or the homily.  Sometimes it is the psalms and the responses.  Sometimes it’s a song (at the churches that have music during their weekday mass). Sometimes it is just the fellowship of the people who are also there each morning celebrating the mystery of the Holy Eucharist with me that make it meaningful. 

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Just last Friday when I attended morning mass, there were only three of us celebrating and that included the priest.  I’ll be honest, at first, I thought, this is a little strange, so few people at morning mass.  But it turned out to be extremely blessed and intimate.  “For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am with them.” — Matthew 18:20. It was a profound experience. 

While I have these wonderful weekly experiences, of being fed spiritually and even socially, during weekday mass, I don’t enjoy that same experience during the Sunday service.  In fact, if I am being honest, I dread going. It is not the same experience or even the same atmosphere. It feels pretentious and fake to me.  I cannot follow the homilies; they are so convoluted. The service itself is so drawn out, even ostentatious with the changes to the Gloria and the Holy, Holy.  I find myself completely distracted during mass and become irritated and tense.

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At first, I thought it was simply the parish where I was attending mass. And this is a parish that I absolutely love.  But, you know, sometimes change is good.  So, we tried a different parish.  And while I connected more with the homily, I still found myself distracted and anxious.  There is a lot that I just don’t understand, and I have been Catholic my entire life.  Everything feels forced and attending makes me feel fake, because I’m not feeling it.  Because I don’t want to be there.  And that makes me feel guilty. 

This is not a good feeling for me.  Why do I love the experience, the interaction through the week but loathe it on the weekend? I love going to mass during the week because each day I feel my faith being nourished and restored.  But when Sunday rolls around I find myself dreading the arrival of mass time, feeling anxious and frustrated and even angry.  I’m not getting anything out of the Sunday service.  So, I have found myself asking, “What’s in it for me?”, because I’m not feeling nourished and restored when I leave mass on the weekends.    

Then I remembered a conversation that I had with a priest friend of mine, who very gently called me out about not going to Sunday mass, because I had been skipping out for quite a while.  He pointed out that “Sunday masses are the ones that it is a sin to miss – even a mortal sin.”  And this wasn’t mass shaming, it was telling me what I needed to hear.  I was sinning, I knew I was sinning, but needed someone to hold me accountable.  That’s when I got my act together, went to confession and got back to Sunday mass. 

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Then I got sick and had to miss mass because of my illness.  And that’s when the backslide began.  So, as I am trying to get myself back to church, I find myself asking again “what’s in it for me?”.  And once again I am reminded of something profound Fr. Michael had said which was reiterated recently in a homily by Fr. Drake, and that is at we are there for Jesus, not for us.  We are there to celebrate God’s great love for us, to worship, praise and honor Him.  So, “what’s in it for me?”…God, God’s love, and a chance for me to thank God for the many blessings in my life.  Looks like there is a whole lot in it for me. 

Tux the Cat stayed with me while I convalesced

So today, remind yourself that its not always about what’s in it for you, but maybe about what you give back to others.  And maybe when you give back to others, you’ll really find out what’s in it for you; love, gratitude, empathy, goodness, compassion, and God Himself.    And today, please pray for me and I will continue to pray for you.

Everybody Hurts

The following passage from Romans is part of my personal email signature:

Romans 5:3-4 More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope…

I will admit, I added it after I was diagnosed with cancer more as a reminder for me than anything else. So it has been part of my email for about a month now. The first week I began including it, I read it every time I sent an email. But as time passed, I read it less often. It finally got to a point where I had actually forgotten that it was part of my signature.

Then last week, I needed to send an email to a company from whom I had ordered some items for Christmas. I sent the email from my personal account, stating the reason for my inquiry and asking for a reply. I didn’t think anything about the passage from Romans when I sent it because, frankly, I had forgotten that it was there.

Then I got a response from Candace, the customer service associate, who handled my inquiry. This is the exact text from her email:

Hi Jennifer,
Thank you for reaching out to us, I have taken a look into your order and the scheduled date of arrival is 12/15. If there is anything else that I can do please let me know.
P.S. The closing scripture in your email is absolutely beautiful and powerful you never know what impact words really can have on someone. I Thank you for that!!!

I share this because what she wrote in her post script is so true, you never know the impact that words can have on another person. I am grateful that this scripture passage spoke to her. I know it spoke to me when I read it, so much so that I added to my signature. But I am also grateful for all of those people who have reached out to share their words of hope and encouragement and those who continue to reach out as I begin this journey with cancer…this journey I never ever thought I would be taking. But I am.

And while it is difficult for me to accept this as suffering (I am not in pain, I haven’t had surgery yet, I have not begun treatment, I don’t feel sick, etc.), I realize it is just maybe a different kind of suffering (I am mentally exhausted, I am physically fatigued, I am spiritually drained, I am emotionally worn out). I also realize that everyone is dealing with some kind of suffering in their life, and most of the time we have no idea what that looks like for them.

Remember the REM song, Everybody Hurts? Well, it’s true. Everybody does hurt – sometimes, we just don’t know how or why. Suffering is something very private and very unique to each person. So be kinder than necessary and remember that your words can make a tremendous impact. They can hurt or they can heal. They can inspire or tear down. They can touch a friend or impact a total stranger. Words have power.

Thank you to all of you who have called, emailed, texted, messaged me, sent notes and cards and letters. Your words, your kindness, has made an incredible impact. I am grateful for each of you. Please pray for me and I will continue to pray for you.

Tea and shortbread cookies that were a ‘feel better’ gift.