And I liked it.
(Of course I cried my eyes out.)
I went to Mass.
And I liked it. . . .
"Can I take communion?"
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Because I've done . . . excommunicable acts . . . "
"Bullshit. And that's a priest telling you that. If you want to take communion, take communion."
I took communion. I said the responses. I let God in. He washed over me and I sat there, a little broken human being having a spiritual experience.
[I think it was one of the Popes Pius (no liberal, but at least never a Hitler Youth) who said that communion was medicine for the soul; the healthy don't need it; the sick do. ]