It’s the First Saturday
and we head off to Fortwilliam
for Latin Mass.

Before Mass
we pray the Rosary.
A lone voice
intoning the prayers,
answered prayerfully,
unhurriedly
and rhythmically
by a large congregation
so that wave after wave
of mighty prayer
fills the church.

Such a sense
of the tremendous strength
of this beautiful prayer!

A Mass conducted
with all of the respect, reverence
and decorum
that is so typical
of a Latin Mass.

Standing in line for Communion
I have such a strong sense
of the physical presence of Jesus
on the altar
that I get goose bumps.

Then,
the icing on the cake –
a blessing at the end of Mass
from a newly-ordained priest.

Time flies by
and as I leave the church
two hours after entering it,
I feel a sense of joy,
a sense of Jesus,
a sense of deep privilege.
Words fail me
and I think to myself,
“Wow!”

Next day I learn
that this First Saturday fell
on the feast of The Transfiguration
and suddenly
it all makes sense.

Isn’t that simply wonderful
and amazing?

Isn’t that simply … God?

© Claire Murray