This morning my parents and I headed downstairs for church. I got Mass started on the big screen and lit the candle on our homemade altar. The processional hymn was being sung as I blew out the match and put it in a container. When I looked at the TV, I saw the smoke billowing as the priest incensed the altar. Just at that moment, I was sure I could smell the incense. It was probably the smell of my own candle and the match, and the power of suggestion. But it was a beautiful experience and reminder of why we do what we do at church.
I Found God today smelling the incense.