I stopped going to Mass year ago. Mostly because I was going to church with a hypocrite and could not stand around and watch while she attended Mass and then scream at her helpers when she got home. I’m not a saint myself; nobody is, but this was just the way she was with others: so many lies run through her mouth, she is two-faced and loves to gossip. I wasn’t about to listen to the Gospel and face the Lord next to someone who was like that…so I stopped.
Last week, amazed by blessings that were still coming towards me regardless of the number of times I decided not to go to church, I decided to attend Mass again regularly and started last Sunday. I had a dream about her last night…all I can say is, she’s happy with my decision.