I Went to Mass . . .

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."
"Really?"
"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. ]