Yesterday I saw something that you rarely see in real life. In the back pew of the church I attended was a family with five boys, a father and a mother. The boys were seated in a row in perfect height (and probably age) order. They all had matching white dress shirts and fresh haircuts. Except for the baby, all the boys adhered religiously to the choreography of Catholic mass. Stand up. Sit down. Kneel. Say this. Cross yourself now. That was ridiculed all the way back in 1965 when The Sound of Music was released.
I didn’t like all the chattering, hanging out in the aisles and running around in the sanctuary after mass, but I’ll admit that seeing a young-ish father dancing while his teenage daughter rolled her eyes felt a lot more alive and reverent to me than the family of five matching boys. I’m all for tradition, but life is what really gives me hope for the Church.