Tears During Mass
I often find myself in tears during Mass. Not always, but sometimes. And these tears come out of the blue, when I least expect them. If I don't remember to tuck some tissues into my purse before I head out the door, chances are I'm going to be in trouble. I'm going to be wiping my nose on my sleeve like a five-year-old. Sometimes it's the lyrics of a particularly moving hymn that make me cry, or the stirring music combined with the unequaled beauty of a Catholic church's interior. Sometimes it's just that in those particular surroundings, I feel closer to God, and that nearness hits me just so and goes right to my core--to my very soul. And I am left feeling vulnerable and unworthy of His love, and yet profoundly loved by Him. I've talked before about how seeing my sons dressed in tuxes, standing on the altar in the role of groomsmen at one another's weddings, reduces me to tears. But even when there isn't something particularly noteworthy