Okay, here’s one: Holy Thursday Night. After the Santus, a man was half sitting/half kneeling and he chewed his gum the same way. Like a cow chewing her cud. And he was only about four pews away from the altar.
My heart sank and all that went through my mind was: “Oh…my…God! Jesus, I am SO sorry”.
This was over five years ago, and I still can’t get that image out of my mind.
That bothered me so much, I mentioned it to a dear priest friend of mine, and his response shocked me.
He said, “Well, at least he was there”.
I just looked at him. I wanted to ask: Father, are you serious?
He’s not doing God a favor by disrespecting Him in His Own House; and on the night of our Dear Lord’s Passion.
If it appears as though I’m judging, I’m sorry. It’s not like I was “looking” for it. Our Tabernacle, at that time, was off to the right, so I followed the priest w/my eyes. That’s when I saw “Gummy Man”.
Personally, if I’m chewing gum, I make sure it’s out of my mouth an hour before Mass begins. Same thing with eating. I don’t know why, but some people actually time it right down to the minute of Holy Communion. Never could figure out why they feel the need to do that.
Except for medicine; an hour and 45 minutes w/out food isn’t going to kill me.
In His Most Sacred ,