You can’t be Catholic on weekends. To be precise, you can’t claim to be a Catholic and do nothing more than show up for Mass on (most) Sundays. Catholicism is an “all in” proposition. Live it.
You see, the word “Catholic,” isn’t some name that was dreamed up because it had just the right number of syllables or looked good on the Pope’s business card. Catholic means “universal.” Everywhere, all the time, in everything. It’s meant to be that big. After all, it was designed by the God of the universe to save the universe.
Universal means everywhere, all the time, and in every part of your life, too. You are a Catholic when you drive to work in the morning. You are a Catholic when you talk to employees and coworkers, when you eat, drink, shop, vote, have sex, et al. Everything you do is visible to God and everything you do reflects how you feel about God. Gulp.
There’s an ancient prayer, ascribed to St. Patrick, that says, “Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me, Christ in the eye that sees me, Christ in the ear that hears me.” St. Patty is asking God to remind him that, if he is living his life properly, the people around him will see the face of Christ in everything he does. That’s a pretty cool prayer. And it’s a pretty tall order.