Whispers of Bacon During Mass

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This Sunday we arrived at church only 5 minutes before mass so the only seats still available were on the front row.  Yes, that front row, the one mere steps from the altar with no kneelers. I like kneelers and a pew in front of me.  It gives my wee one clear physical boundaries.
And speaking of that wee one, she’s never been the quiet type. Sometimes her one quiet hour a week is during mass. And when it’s not, well, we spend quality time together outside. I prefer mild temperatures mind you. Wee one is undeterred by frigid or scorching hot ones but I’m a little more averse to the extremes.
Sunday our proximity to the altar made it easy for her to spot the incense rising. Thinking of Psalms and Revelation 8:3-4, I leaned over and whispered softly to her, encouraging her to look up at the incense rising toward heaven and Jesus like the prayers of the saints.
She looked at me with wide eyes and says “Mom, this incense smells like bacon cooking”.  Moan. Thankfully, she wasn’t very loud and probably went unnoticed.
My thoughts went to Jen’s recent story at her blog Conversion Diary recounting the first day she wore a veil to mass and how her child spoke loudly during the homily. I am ever so grateful I escaped without the new label of “The Lady on the front row with the girl who said the Incense smelled like Bacon.”IMG_4747
I realized that when I spoke I created opportunity for conversation in her mind so for the rest of mass I stayed silent.  After all, it was challenging enough to simultaneously pray with eyes shut while making sure my wee one kneeling on the floor didn’t wiggle too far in the path the communion line in front of our pew.  Fortunately the other parishioners did escape unscathed, not having been tripped by the tiny Bacon Girl.IMG_4746