But I had always been envious of my family at Mass, when they left me in the pew and walked down the nave to receive the Host and wine from the priests. I would stand on the kneeler to see above the heads of the people sitting in front of me, so I could watch my family. Though I could not possibly have expressed it this way, the harmonic frequency that rings at the center of the heart of God made something vibrate in mine while all this was going on. Something numinous was happening, and I felt pulled toward it, like metal filings to a magnet.
