At Mass we are swept utterly away from the workaday world we know, summoned across the threshold of time and space, in order that we may be ushered into the very presence of God Himself.
For those of us who manage to get to Mass at least once a week, not infrequently arriving moments before the sound of the opening hymn, the distance between car and church is only a parking lot away, even less if you’re lucky enough to be dropped off a couple feet from the door. It is no great spatial challenge, in other words, to navigate the short distance. Nor is the issue of time a particular…
