Sep 27, 2016
Sometimes we do things that don't make sense, but we keep on doing them because that's what we always did. Why is that? For example, when our parish church is set up for bingo each week, one of the set-up crew for many years has placed at least one parish bulletin on each table. It was hoped that some information about our parish might attract the bingo players to come, not just to bingo Wednesday nights, but to Mass on Sunday mornings.
A couple of weeks ago I did something I had seldom done before. On Wednesday before morning Mass I went, as usual, into the room set up for bingo to open some doors and put on the lights for the early crew making last-minute preparations for bingo, such as checking out the bingo machine. This particular Wednesday, only by happenstance, I also went into the bingo room after Mass -- which, as I said, I nearly never do. There I found one of the bingo helpers taking the weekly parish bulletins OFF each table.
I asked, "What are you doing?" The woman replied, "I'm taking these bulletins off the tables." "Why are you doing that?' I asked. "We always do this." "Why?" "We've done this for years." "But why?" "I don't know; we've just always done this." I asked, "How do you think those bulletins got on the table?" She replied, "I don't know; we've just always done this." "Please put the bulletins back on the tables. Someone puts them on the tables Tuesday night so that people can read them on Wednesday."
Sometimes we get into a rut. We don't know how we got there. But there we are. And we just keep trudging along the rut, never asking why we're here and where we're going. What do you think?