In my yearning for the Lord, I had hoped for a quiet Mass filled with contemplation. And what I got was a Mass filled with loud whispering right behind me.
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.