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.
The day I married my husband was one of the happiest days of my life. While true, that’s an unremarkable statement, one we’ve all probably uttered at one time or another. But for me there was a shadow behind it: the day I married my husband was the day I accepted that I would never walk into a Catholic church again.