Honestly, I never really felt anything while at protestant churches. I would venture to say that it might have been the rock concert/secularism that was drowning what I truly needed to feel and hear. I realize now that my spirit is thirsty and hungry for the truth.
I went to my my first Mass less than 6 month ago, and I’ve been hooked ever since.
While reading your post, my first feeling was one of slight jealousy - because you got to experience that great “first time”, which I won’t be able to anymore
But then I took a moment to think about it and I realized just how wrong I was. Because, although no Mass is like the first Mass, no Mass is like any other Mass.
Each Sunday there is something new, a new layer of beauty waiting to be discovered, a new spiritual discovery, a new way of communicating with God.
At Christmas, I cried during most of the service as I became so conscious of Christ’s love for me and mine for Him.
A few days later, the church was freezing and so was I, the good feeling was gone, so I prayed and sudenly I realized that God was teaching me that the path is difficult and that it was up to me to properly adore Him, even in face of various adversities. I ended up leaving the church, after Mass, thanking God for my frozen hands, and for His wisdom.
Another Sunday I found myself gazing at Christ’s figure on the crucifix next to the altar for most of the Mass. It was as if He was with me for the duration of the service, holding my hand and guiding me.
On other ocasions, it’s the music, or the Gospel readings, the homily, the joy of discovering someone you know but you didn’t know they were Catholics in the pews, etc.
And upon returning home, firing up the computer and searching for the meaning of this and that, what is this hymn and what does it mean, what does it sound in Latin, who composed it and why, why the vestments of the priest have changed colour, what’s the significance of this or that piece of church architecture, why did the priest say a certain thing at a certain point in the Mass, who is that saint whose altar or statue was next to where you sat on the pew - and it all leads further and further into a world that gets more beautiful and exciting each day.
And did I mention the Eucharist ?
It’s a wonderful journey.