Finally I found the daily mass at my new school. The priest was out of state until today. I was the only student there, everyone else in the room most likely qualifies for a senior citizen discount. I'm exaggerating, but only slightly. There were about ten people present. Few decorations or ornamentations marked the room as a place of worship. There was a simple set of the stations of the cross, the tabernacle in the corner, and one rather boring stained glass window showing the changing seasons. There was no music. Somehow, all of this added up to one of the most beautiful masses I've been to in a long while. The feeling of intimacy, of a close connection with our Lord was palpable. I could imagine that the first Eucharist took place in a room not much bigger than the one I was in, simple and yet in that moment, transformed by the miracle transpiring.
I don't know what it is about daily mass, but I often am more aware of the supernatural events taking place. Who am I that the God Who created everything in the universe should care this much about me? Not only did He die for me, but He now waits for me everyday, here in this little, unadorned room. Why? And He gives Himself to me as nourishment to get me through the struggles of life? How can I even comprehend a love this great?
Pax Christi!
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