T & A at Mass.
‘Tis the season…
When women with out discretion and taste attend Mass looking like hookers.
Anyone who reads this blog knows I’m not all that concerned about what people wear to Mass. If it is really bad, I try not to look. But Saturday evening, a nice, rather affluent looking, fashionable family sat in the first pew in front of me at Mass. So you see, I couldn’t help but notice how attractive they all were. (I think they really wanted people to notice.) Neither could I help observe mom putting on more make-up, while daughter fixed her hair - over and over, and dad fixing his shorts, over and over… Baby daughter was busy going through mom’s purse. All three females were scantily clad - I love that term. I’m not kidding - mom was hot and so was the elder daughter. [Yes, I tried to keep my eyes closed - but I had to open them at various times throughout Mass.]
When women go to church dressed like sluts, I think it is safe to assume MOST men suffer from inappropriate thoughts, and/or temptations. Needless to say, Mass was distracting last evening and I did my very best to reject thoughts like these… (And these may be tame compared to what a younger guy might think.)
Hot mama.
Mom is falling out of her top as she hands me the sign of peace - I think ‘pull your strap up’. She does and then pulls her tiny little white jeans skirt down just a bit lower below her hips. (I look the other way, pray for Our Lady’s help.)
Mr., do you want other men to look?
‘Husband,’ I ask to myself, ‘did you notice how short your wife’s skirt is? How about your daughter’s? Are you proud of their boobs, is that why they wear tight tops?’ (I immediately try to get rid of the thoughts, they enter my mind like lightening, and I pray a quick prayer to Our Lady.)
12 years old going on 18.
I think to myself, ‘What is the oldest daughter wearing? Looks like a tank top, over a bra, over a bikini top? Did they just come from the beach?’ She is standing directly in front of me. (I pray, O God come to my assistance, O Lord make haste to help me - and beg Our Lady to free me from these thoughts.)
Saved by Communion.
After Communion I resolved to sit a couple of pews further back. As we stood for prayer, I noticed the family had left - they must have left immediately after receiving Communion. (Did I mention they arrived after Mass started? We all have our bad days.)
[No - I am not a pervert. Although the people in front of me were obviously exhibitionists. But husbands and dads - make your wives and daughters put some clothes on when they are out in public, or at least when they attend Mass. And maybe mention church isn't beauty parlor time either - and explain to them how temptation and men's minds work.]
