It's Good Friday today.

I went to church, 3:00 Mass. I had to stand at the back because there were so many people.

The amount of people there... it was staggering. It took 15 minutes just to serve Communion. I was truly inspired by the devotion these people had to Christ...

Not really.

Let's face the facts. How many people showed up today? I'm going to assume around 1000 people. Now, how many people show up for Sunday Mass? Not many. Why bother showing up for Jesus' funeral if you never knew him for his entire life?

Let me use an example. You visit your friend in the hospital. She's pregnant with her first child. The baby is born, and you go to the baby shower. It's a lot of fun, and you really enjoy yourself.

Then, you never talk to that friend again. You never see her kid again. Then, one day, as you're walking down the street, a car comes out of nowhere. You think you're going to die, you can see that the driver's face is tight with horror. You scream.

Then, suddenly, someone pushes you hard from behind. The car hisses past you, barely missing you, but instead, it strikes whoever it is that saved you. You turn around, and it's the child of your old friend, grown up now, but dead.

The funeral is the next day. You show up.

Now here's where the story will take a turn. You might cry for the kid. You might tell everyone what a good life he lead, even though you were never in his life. Or, you might talk on your cell phone. Or tell jokes to your friends you see there. Or chew gum. Or sleep.

What a disgrace. People show up for Good Friday Mass, some of whom never come to Mass any other day, and they chew gum, sleep, talk on the phone, play games, tell jokes...

It makes me sick to think what this world has come to. Don't you people get it? This guy DIED for you, and you show up at his funeral chewing gum with a big smile on your face. Do you really think his dad will ever let you into his house again? Do you think his dad will even like you? Or would the dad throw you out of the place and tell you never to come back?

I wonder if God wants to do that. His son sacrificed himself for all of us. The least we can do is be respectful during his funeral.