I went to mass this morning. I go because there is something I don’t understand that is greater than what I understand going on. I don’t see it. I feel it. I sense it. Some days it is aa if I am touched by it. Every once in a while I’ll catch a glimpse of it and know. That moment doesn’t last long, It lasts long enough for me to know there is something I call God and it’s as real to me as my right leg. When i catch a glimpse my heart overflows with gratitude.