I’ve been waiting for 2 weeks now for DH to breach the issue of attending Easter Mass. Normally he does not attend mass with us on a regular basis, but on ‘special’ occasions. Well, he didn’t end up going this weekend and I was only able to take 2 of our kids, so the other stayed at home with daddy.
I nearly cried during the part of the mass when the new candidates were baptised and announced to the parish. Two young mothers’ husbands came into the church and I had to fight back the tears longing for my own husband’s presence there.
It has become common practice for me to duck out early during the final song of the mass, just before father turns around and starts to proceed to the vestibule in the back. I am just too ashamed to face him and the crowds alone. Well, this time he caught me, sort of. I made it to the van and was loading the kids up and he skipped shaking hands in the vestibule and went on outside to go back around to the front of the church. He saw me and called out to wish me a happy easter, even calling me by name.
I got in the van and cried. I recalled the story of the woman at the well and how she went there at a time of day when she knew nobody else would be around b/c she was ashamed and knew they’d be talking about her. That’s how I felt. And I have never known Jesus’ presence so clearly except for that momen when father called out to me by name.
Please pray that DH will come back soon.