Mad Dawg, you are so right.
One Easter my college student daughter came home and attended Mass with me. She ran out of the house in the nick of time, wearing a dress that was terribly low cut, and I was very upset. I decided to say nothing because she had asked to come with me. We arrived and, imagine my chagrin, were seated in the only seats left (the pew right behind the altar that was usually used by the choir). The entire Mass, the congregation was staring at my daughter’s chest and, I’m sure, questioning my skills as a mother.
I kept telling myself, “At least she is here. Maybe she needed to hear what is being said today. Had I said anything, she might not have been able to absorb the Mass.” This year, five years later, she volunteered with her parish’s RCIA program and made everyone rosaries. She also complained about how some of them dress!
With all the sad scandals, I am just thrilled to see twenty-somethings at Mass at all. I send a little prayer their way. They will grow up- and it’s not easy to be a young Catholic these days. Life is a funny journey.
I completely totally love it. (the hussies!)