Ah…well, that’s unfortunate. My experiences at the Cathedral have been quite different. Being an inner-city parish we are home to a much diversified cross section of people who come to the Cathedral for a great variety of reasons. Some homeless, some in adult foster care, many poor and marginalized, people from a variety of ethnic backgrounds.
When I enter the Cathedral, I am met by a warm sense of love and acceptance, a sensation that is heightened significantly when I enter the Chapel for prayer before mass. There in prayer and meditation, near the tabernacle, the Lord Jesus manifests Himself in the most wonderful of ways and His light illumines the Chapel with radiant splendor. I guess I am oblivious to the actual physical appearance of the chapel, I cannot help but be transfixed by His presence.
After prayer as I move through the nave. I see familiar faces; Marna a homeless woman (names and persons are fictitious but truly representative) who talks to herself throughout mass, Ralph and Janet with their mentally handicapped young adult daughter; they worry much about her future because they are getting older; she smiles and is merry.Over in the last pew Jake is huddled in his parka, he sleeps there during mass, but is always glad to share the sign of peace. Maxine a quiet black woman often shows up with her grand children; her daughter is a prostitute, addicted to crack cocaine. As I gaze upon each of these and many others I see Christ Jesus and His legions of mercy hovering around them, and the whole area is brightly illumined by His love. The nave becomes an extraordinary sanctuary of His presence. My heart is full and the mass has not yet even started!
Later when Father holds up the Lord, substantially present in the appearance of bread and wine, I see no bread, no wine, I see a savior; arms outstretched, a welcoming smile on His royal face, a hint of sadness in His all seeing eyes, the High King of Heaven, sublime in His appearance, infinite in His forgiveness, all powerful in His desire and ability to heal. The sadness I think is the lack of recognition He sees in the faces of some who come and while in the closest proximity of His appearing are unable to put aside their worries, cares, and concerns long enough to bask in His presence.
When by God’s grace the renovation is complete, I will share the news, and you can come and see. Perhaps your experience will be better at that time…