The church we go to is very large. When we moved into the area in the mid-80s it was the biggest in the Archdiocese (although since that time the distinction has shifted to a church in St. Charles county to the west of us). The church building holds about a thousand people, and there are five Masses each week--6 if you count the Spanish language one.
Over the years I've met a lot of people there, but I know that in such a large parish it's easy to feel anonymous. Recently I signed up to be on the Welcoming Committee. One of our tasks is to open the door and greet people as they're coming into the building.
Last week it was too cold to be outside so I stood in the vestibule to do the job. Tonight, the weather was nicer so about 20 minutes before Mass started I stood next to the outside door and opened it whenever someone came up. It was fun to smile and greet people as they walked by. A few were confused and told me to go in before them. I told them opening the door was my "job" for the day.
At first I let the door close in between groups, but as it got closer to Mass time the crowds increased and I just held it open. After ten minutes of opening the heavy door with my left arm it started to get tired. I don't know how a professional doorman could do the job all day!
Right before Mass started I left my post and took my place in a pew where Hubby Tony was holding a seat for me. Anyone who came in late would just have to open the door for themselves.
Five years ago today: Whiter Than White