My dirty little secret: why I go to Mass
Sarah Carey explains why she attends Mass and how the Maynooth affair has now created a crisis of conscience
There was a great laugh in Newstalk this week because Sean Moncrieff was hosting a nude outside broadcast. There were even more laughs when I reminded colleagues I'd visited a nudist colony last year and got the old kit off. And it's weird, I feel more comfortable talking about taking my clothes off than talking about going to Mass. What does the nudist stuff say about me? That I'm a liberal with a sense of humour? What does going to Mass say? That I'm one of Them. And you don't want to be one of Them, do you?
Even as I resent the judgements people might make because they know these things about me, so do I realise that's precisely the reason I like going to Mass: it's one of the few places where I don't feel judged. But I must admit, after the Maynooth thing, I'm having a crisis of conscience. So here goes.
I started going for a few reasons. My father suggested that I should go because a non-pensioner attending would cheer the priest up. I know appalling cruelties have been perpetrated by the Church; but our parish priest has done nothing wrong. There's "The Church" and there are priests. They have to keep the show on the road while being condemned for the sins of others. That's hard.