My most memorable Sunday Masses are usually ones that I feel like I've earned. Times when there's no car at the house and I walk half an hour to the Lakeshore at 10 a.m to go to my childhood church. Or times when I'm in another country and I'll spend an afternoon on a Thursday looking for a Mass to attend on Sunday.
While living in Busan I was fortunate enough to attend an English Catholic Mass every Sunday at a Filipino Migrant Workers Center. It was at the other end of town for me and about an hour to get to by bus and subway, then a good ten-minute walk from the subway. I'd usually listen to Christian music or the Sufjan Stevens on the way. Getting to church was always one of my favourite parts of my Busan week-ends. It gave me incentive to get my butt out of bed and out to the other end (and most-loved) part of the city. And spending that time on the subway alone listening to my MP3 player gave me clarity for the week ahead, all to be topped off by Sunday Mass was a blessing and a joy every week for me.
Then I'd meet my best friend for a late lunch in the neighborhood and we'd wander, window shop and talk the rest of the day away.
At the last minute this Sunday I decided to go to St. Joseph's Oratory for the Advent Mass. It was the first Sunday of Advent, when the first purple candle is lit on the wreath. It marks the countdown until Christmas Day. My boyfriend dropped me off at Cote-Vertu metro (subway) as he went to the end of the city for a baptism. It was grey and snowy out and when I walked down into the subway station and travelled to Cote-Des-Neiges, I put on my go-to David Crowder Band album. Between blogging and working everyday last week there wasn't much room for quiet time, to just be. But as soon as I was on the subway car with my music and my thoughts, I remembered why it is so important to travel to church sometimes, instead of just going there.