I go to Daily Mass. It is not quite like going to a Protestant Church service daily. For Catholics, Mass is at the very center of our interior life. It is a private, peaceful, prayerful time to reflect.
Two mornings a week I walk to Mass, this time of year, in the dark. I leave my porch light on. My neighborhood is hilly. I return home down quite a steep hill, and this morning I noticed that I could see my porch light glowing from a block away.
My heart was struck by this glow. I felt such a sense of welcoming peace that I came to a full stop just to look at my porch light at the top of my own little street. Here, beacons draw me, and once again, I am overcome with gratitude for my place, safe and surrounded by love.