The reason why I wanted to really examine headcovering on my blog is because I still remember the fear that I felt when I first felt called to cover my head. No one in my parish covered and I had no idea what the history was behind it. In fact, I’d only seen a few elderly women in the back of a parish we’d visited cover their heads at Mass.
Yet the pull was there and despite my best efforts it just wouldn’t go away. I tried to ignore it. But the nagging tug steadily increased. Studying the subject only made it worse. Pretending that it wasn’t there was to no avail. It went on for days and then weeks and then months.
As I’ve mentioned before I made a deal with myself. I gave myself nearly nine months of discerning the idea of covering before I actually began to cover regularly at Mass. But once I set the deadline I relaxed a bit and then began to worry more about what others would think.
Would they think that I was showing off or putting on airs? Would they think that I was proud? I worried and worried and worried about what others reaction would be. And I was especially worried that it would rub people the wrong way since I was a rather recent convert.
The best response to this sort of worrying is this quote by Hallie Lord that I first found on Lily’s Blog The Catholic Wife:
“For a while I resisted the idea of covering my head at Mass because I was afraid I would come across as holier-than-thou. I’ve come to realize what an uncharitable assumption that was, though. I never feel anything other than delight when I see a sister in Christ wearing a veil at Church. I’m a bit ashamed that I assumed others would react less graciously than I did.”I’m a little embarrassed to say I never thought of it this way! It makes my entire day when I see someone, anyone really, wearing a headcovering in Church, whether it’s a hat or a scarf or a veil. The symbol of submitting to God always makes my heart light.
And in case you were wondering, my own monumental fear of the results of covering were completely unfounded. The few comments that I heard were from people with huge smiles that told me that I reminded them of their younger days. One tearful elderly woman came up and hugged me and told me that she just didn’t understand how it happened but that now everything just seemed so “Protestant.”
As someone pointed out in the comments section, it is okay to be nervous about covering. In fact I think nerves are a perfectly natural reaction. These days, particularly at NO masses, it isn’t common at all.
But my personal experiences have shown me that the nerves fade with time and it is very much worth it. The value of this devotion, in my life, has been exceptional. It remains in my life as a reminder of my vocation and of the necessity of submitting to God’s will in all things.