Man… it’s been one of those weeks on the back of a couple of those weeks. You know the kind, when a trip to the restroom- away from whiny children, all these dogs that always want to eat, and people who ask all manner of questions like, “Why did you plug the extension cord into itself, Andrea?”* (I don’t know, Margot!)- feels like a mini-vacation? Yeah. The last few weeks have been super hectic- my husband separated from the military, we moved across the country, I got a new job, my toddler is entering his Terrible Twos with no holds barred, and in an unfortunate, distracted eyebrow-grooming session, I turned myself into Vanilla Ice.
Did I mention I start back to school today? Thank God for makeup, amiright?
Lately, I’ve just been turning my gaze heavenward and yelling saying “Pray for us!”. I’m not even specifying who I’m asking at this point, just hoping that somebody (or a few somebodies) will take pity on me.
Anywho, whining aside, this prayerful desperation reminds me of when I first started going to Mass after a lifetime of Protestantism, and how one of the lines (which is still one of my favorite parts of the Mass by the way) stuck out to me in a surprising way.
Which line, you ask? Why, here we go. The Penitential Act:
I confess to almighty God, and to you, my brothers and sisters, that I have sinned through my own fault, in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done, and in what I have failed to do; and I ask blessed Mary, ever virgin, all the angels and saints, and you, my brothers and sisters, to pray for me to the Lord our God.
Maybe I’m just spiritually greedy, but I want as many people praying for me as possible. Mary, the saints, the angels, all of you… I’ll take what I can get. Lord knows I need it. Seriously- He really does.
After nearly 24 years of the Protestant mindset, this Catholic view of prayer has been eye-opening, to say the least. At first, I was all:
“Wait wait wait… you ask everyone to pray for you? Like… even the angels? Not just people you know and are still alive? If you ask them to pray for you, do they like… have to?”
I was hooked almost immediately. I pictured all of the saints and angels stopping what they were doing to pray for me, because I asked. I was pretty sure that after a while, their prayers for me would turn into “Ugh, Father… it’s her again. Who told her that she could ask us for our prayers, and why didn’t they tell her that she didn’t have to do it all the time? Does she know there are other people who might need prayers, too?”
I had to learn to find the (for me) fine line of prayerful enthusiasm and Heavenly spam. “Did you get that forward from Andrea? I just don’t even open prayers from her anymore.”
I kid… mostly. I don’t spam Heaven. Maybe I say that part of the Penitential Act louder than the other parishioners, but outside of Mass I keep it low-key. Ya know… just the few saints I really love. So, at my confirmation, when you discover that I am now:
Andrea Lynn Mary Therese Faustina Paul Peter Ignatius Irenaeus Augustine Monica Edith Stein
Don’t be surprised.
And if I get to Heaven as I hope I do, and find all these people trying very hard not to make eye-contact with me and saying things like “Did I remember to present those bowls of incense to God? Better check!” when they see me approaching… I won’t be surprised, either.
*As much as I wish I could say I made this up for humorous effect, the extension cord thing really, actually happened. I offer you the following photographic proof. Yes, I took a picture of it, because when you do something this unbelievable, you save it for posterity… and blog readers.

Great post, Andrea. I am accustomed to telling people that I need them to “storm heaven” for me. Or I will request or participate in a “spiritual bouquet.” But, yeah, I am mostly spamming heaven, too. God’s inbox must be full…good thing he has the communion of saints to help out.
Brilliance upon brilliance!
Wonderful! 🙂
LOL Love it!!! Thanks for that 🙂 So many people I know who have experienced the loss of a loved one talk about carrying that person with them or feeling their presence or talking to them. I think the idea of the communion of saints is much more popular than people realize. Most people just don’t call it that.
I agree- I think the Communion of Saints is something that just internally makes sense.
Just LOVE this. And I needed the reminder (big time) that we need to storm heaven for ourselves and our loved ones!! Thank you! I’m going to go to the kids today and force them to befriend a few more saints….
awesome, Andrea. and I LOVE the Confirmation name. 😉
You made my day and the communion of saints keeps getting bigger.
I had a good chuckle upon noticing that you included a “Vanilla Ice” tag to this post… assuming that, perhaps, he could become a trending topic on Catholic Sistas? 🙂 Thank you, Andrea, for your humorous and thoughtful reflection!
Haha! You never know! Is that a challenge, Liz? 😉
Really funny! I wondered how Vanilla Ice was going to be worked in! I love your Confirmation name!
“Heavenly spam…” LOL! I LOVE it. 🙂