It would be the first Mass I ever attended. My wife and I weren’t Catholic. I had a pretty bad falling out with a fellow Episcopal church member. I stopped going completely. I knew that kind of thing wasn’t supposed to happen at church. Several months later, while traveling, I asked my wife what she wanted to do one Sunday morning. She said, “Let’s go to church.”
I completely and immediately agreed, and pulled into the parking lot at St. James Episcopal in Wichita, KS. My wife shook her head and said, “No. Let’s go across the street and see what these Catholics are all about.”
So off we go, to Church of the Blessed Sacrament. We knew pretty much what we could participate in, and what we shouldn’t, so we go in, sit in the very back pew, and observe. The first thing we notice is the silence. Nobody was visiting or chatting. Some were sitting quietly. Others were kneeling in prayer. The Mass began, and it was very familiar having come from a liturgical background. We noticed all the gestures, standing and kneeling (all the silly little things Catholics do, as my wife used to say), but we saw them differently. What I saw that day is forever seared into my memory. I saw a group of people unified into a single entity, an organized body. For the first time in my life, I believe I witnessed “the body of Christ.” I can still remember the homily. They had a guest priest that day, Father John Hotze, the guy in charge of starting the cause for canonization of Father Emil Kapaun. He spoke of Father Kapaun’s time as an army chaplain, and prisoner of war in North Korea. He told about one of Kapaun’s fellow imprisoned soldiers, a Jew, who was so moved by Father Kapaun that he carved a Catholic crucifix for Kapaun as a gift. The face on the corpus didn’t look like the traditional face of Jesus that we’re all accustomed to seeing, it was Father Kapaun’s face. Then they began the Liturgy of the Eucharist, and the reverence and awe in that room was palpable. We walked out of that church very nearly in tears. We had never seen anything like that in all our years. We were in the office of our own parish priest the next morning signing up for RCIA.