For lots of known reasons and many unknown reasons I've been away from the Church. Not away from God, by any means. I have a very close relationship with him. But I've not been to Church for a long, long time. Let me be more specific. I went to church/Mass all along the Camino. I've gone other times too. But not regularly and not with Communion.
The Catholic church is just across the river. I see it out of my window every morning and every night. I've gone every Sunday and to all of the Lenten services. Tonight I did my confession with a wonderful priest. This place has called me, ever so quietly, back to the place that I so dearly love.
Perhaps it is the building's gentle presence. Perhaps it is because it is St. Mary's. Perhaps because the likes of Joop and Gerry and Dwight and others, serve as mentors and reminders and callers and memories.
I'm never far from God. But I've not let myself get truly close for a very long time.
It's nice to be home.