Today I went to Mass at the old church in the small town near the cabin. I had been there several times and would take my parents when we spent time at the cabin. As I looked around at the church, it appeared brighter to me. There were lights behind some of the statues that really enhanced them. Also, there were golden details in the multi-tiered altar that seemed particularly shiny. I wondered if I had not noticed those things before. Then, during his homily, the priest talked about the renovations they made to the church. So, it was actually more glorious than I remembered. The bishop of the diocese named the church as a place of pilgrimage for this Jubilee year. I had made a pilgrimage unknowingly – actually I’m not sure that would even count. In any case, I enjoyed being there.

I Found God today in a beautiful old church.