There are many benefits and dangers to attending daily Mass.
One of the cool things is that when I walk in to our parish Church at 8 a.m. I’m pretty much the youngest person there by thirty years. It’s pretty awesome. I feel like someone could call me a whippersnapper at any moment.
When I first began showing up intermittently, the daily mass-goer brigade looked at me with shocked expressions like I’d clearly just walked in the wrong door. Then they looked at me like maybe I was there to pick someone up.
