I cannot think of any better way to have spent part of my Black Friday than at Mass in the basement of Gesu Church. These relatively sparsely attended weekday services--which draw small but surprisingly consistent numbers of worshipers--have always been among my favorite. I have long resolved that I would give God the hot noon of my life, when I am well (though not always perfectly so) and can do much.
Walking towards church this evening, I didn’t feel hot at all. As I grow older, I’ve developed a strong dislike for the sensation of being physically cold, especially that caused by bone-chilling winds. Around this time of year, I have to struggle to keep my spirits up after the sudden turn towards dark, chilly days. Despite this, I imagined a small voice telling me that I was walking into God’s court, in many senses of the word.
Most importantly, though, days that reflect our physical need for shelter and other bodily needs are truly God’s inner throne room--His royal court. They remind us of our dependence on Him and on others. After all, I am busy working my way through a bag of Thanksgiving leftovers that my girlfriend’s family sent home with me after I was so excellently fed yesterday. And indeed, I went to church thankful for that circumstance and for so many other blessings, while many worshipers today seemed to have pressing concerns on their minds--when prayer solicitations were offered, words of cancer and other serious illnesses were mentioned.