With Papa gone, I don't always get a lot out of mass. I go because it brings me a small measure of peace and well, you're supposed to. I've been sitting in the cry room because Pumpkin is not willing to sit still and is also quite loud. At times that small room can be really loud--it's to be expected with all the young children in there. Today, I was wondering whether it was worth it to even come to church when I can barely hear the homily. This thought came a few moments before Father Pedro lifted the bread and turned it into the Body of Christ. In that moment, I looked up at the TV (you can't really see the priest from this room even with the windows, so the priest is broadcast on TV) and almost all sound seemed to fall away. I could look and marvel at what was happening in peace. God answers even the unasked questions so well.