All these years I only knew St. Vincent de Paul as the large thrift store in Taylor that clothed us for the first decade of starting Down Home Ranch. I was grateful for it, and donated stuff to it, and I knew the Catholic Church was responsible for it. That was it.
I went out of the confessional that day in a kind of stupor. I was “astounded,” as the Scriptures often say of those who encountered the power of God. And then I sat down in the pew for Mass. At the time of the Gospel, I listened in wonder to the story of the Presentation of the Baby Jesus in the Temple, which we hear every year during the Christmas season and on February 2nd.