Today is Friday, and it just struck me that Catholics were once better at observing Fridays than they were about Sundays. They’d use any old excuse for skipping Sunday Mass, but through their lives they never ate meat on Friday.
I remember once eating meat on Friday as a thirteen-year-old. Our Boy Scout troop bussed us to a Masonic lodge on a Friday, and they served us baloney sandwiches. With everyone telling me I had to do it, I took a couple of bites, feeling I was committing the worst mortal sin in my life.
Then in 1966 Pope Paul VI issued an encyclical that allowed Catholics to eat meat on Fridays. The Pope told us to honor the day on which our Savior died by performing some other penitential acts. We soon forgot about abstaining from eating meat, and we soon forgot about doing something else instead. Perhaps we should get busy now on doing something worthwhile on Fridays in appreciation for what Jesus did for us on a Friday.