Ascension Thursday

Yesterday I went to mass for Ascension Thursday. Of course, it was an evening mass, since I work; it was at seven p.m. I didn’t expect there to be a lot of people there, but I was a little surprised to count (OCD) less that fifty adults. I understand some people probably went to mass at other times, and so on and so forth. But I was saddened and a little struck when I noticed I was the only male adult younger than fifty.

Where have all the young men gone? Were they too busy watching NBA playoffs? Were they out carousing? Do they even care? Not to piss off the other half, but I think as men go so do children and so does society, speaking in terms of religion. When we see no adult younger men at mass, then we stop seeing children at mass, and it becomes a bingo hall of meddlesome older women. I certainly don’t think that is the kind of world I would like to live in.

So, an exhortation. Men my age, get off of your dead asses and get your priorities in line. Unless you want to loll away your life being bossed by meddlesome cranky persnickety old ladies, you had better do something about it.