Returning to church service in person brought me an unexpected surprise
Last Sunday I woke early, had coffee and decided to attend church in person for the first time in a year and half. As has happened often during my faith journey experience, it again proved to be a moment of grace.
I had not planned to attend in person. It was not something that I thought about for weeks or months. Since the COVID-19 pandemic began, I have been comfortably attending Mass via videoconference. That routine had become quite comfortable: wake up and have a cup of coffee, watch Meet the Press, boot up my computer and tune into Father Allan Cole webcasting his sermon.
No shower or change of clothes necessary. And if I missed the live session for one reason or another, I could always pop over to YouTube for a replay at my leisure.
This Sunday seemed different. I awoke and felt drawn to Mass. I felt pulled to church in person. I felt called to worship in the house of God.
So, I went.