Twice in the past week, I lost my scapular at the gym.
I’m still straddling the fence a bit on the scapular thing.
Would you like to know the ridiculous reason why I started wearing a scapular? When my son was a baby, I wanted to be able to wear some sort of religious jewelry that would withstand his tugging on it.
There. I said it. I am a Clueless Catholic.
I stopped wearing it for a while, but then I read Matthew Lickona’s Swimming With Scapulars and decided to resume the devotion. Personally, I’d say I wear it to help myself grow in humility – as an acknowledgement that God may work in ways that I don’t understand. Because I don’t really understand why He would choose to work through this particular devotion.
(Yes, I am poorly informed).
So, last week, in my campaign of fitness, I went swimming at the gym. On Tuesday, as I was preparing to leave, I noticed my scapular lying on the floor. “Whew!” I thought. “Good thing I noticed THAT! Won’t let THAT happen again!”
On Thursday, when I came home from the gym, I realized…no scapular. I could clearly see it in the top shelf of the locker where I had stowed it so as to Not Forget.
What to do? Walk up to the lost and found counter at the YMCA? “Excuse me, did someone turn in a brown necklace sort of thing? It would have medals on it and some words about Whosoever dies wearing this scapular will not suffer eternal hellfire.”
The thought of walking up to the YMCA lady and asking to have my magic necklace back is not an appealing one.
On my way to work the next morning, I stopped to check the locker. The scapular was still there. I put it on, tucked it under my shirt, and went about my business. My weird, sacramental business.
But I wonder – am I being winked at by God? Is this a hint that perhaps I should not be so hesitant to accept this devotion – or at least, I should be able to explain it to someone else in better terms than “I wear it and pray that I may stop being so skeptical about wearing it?”
Or do I just have Mommy Amnesia?