As a Catholic I’ve heard people poke fun at the different motions we have at Mass. We sit, stand, genuflect, and sometimes even bow. As I participated in Mass today I appreciated something new about kneeling. I looked around and saw moms, dads, and kids kneeling. Some people were elderly, and others were young. It didn’t matter if they were the CEO or unemployed, serving in the military or an undocumented person, lacking a high school diploma or possessing a PhD, the holiest philanthropist or the estranged believer, we were all kneeling together.
Some people rag on the movements and postures we use at Mass, but at least once a week I’m given the concrete reminder that there is one before whom we all kneel. It isn’t just an abstract idea for me, but a regular reality. Whether the world judges us great or pitiful, we all fall on our knees before the only judge that matters.
Because of this, God greatly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bend, of those in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2:9-11)