Yesterday evening, looking out of the window near the 14th floor elevator, I saw the stained glass windows of a church next to the hotel. I wasn't sure it was operational or Catholic, though, and I wasn't really thinking along the lines of going to Mass.
This morning was a lazy one, but at 7 a.m., still sitting in bed, I heard church bells. Perhaps I should investigate further, I thought. So I opened the Maps App on my iPad and found out that the name of the church was....get this....Immaculate Conception. Think someone is trying to get my attention? So...I did a quick Google Search and found the website for the church, looked at the bulletin, and observed that there was an 8 a.m. Mass on Saturday.
So, even with a "Free Pass", the Good Lord was calling my name. Drawing me to Him. I told my co-worker roommate that I was going to 8 a.m. Mass. The morning conference session started at 8:30, so I'd be a little late.
I inquired at the front desk, where exactly the church was...I'd seen it, but wasn't sure which direction to go from the front door. "Go down to the corner and take a right." I did, and as I walked, I could hear the bells, but still was unsure exactly where the church was. Then I looked up, and right there in front of me was an older African American lady holding the door open. I smiled at her and entered. I wasn't 50 steps from the front door of our hotel!
Absolutely gorgeous!! I was SO distracted!
The abundant stained glass windows were beautiful!
This is the view of the rear of the church - the choir loft, perhaps.
The pulpit...it looks like a shell arching out over it.
A side altar.
A sample of the beautiful artwork and mosaics.
A couple of the many statues.
All in all, I was glad that I didn't ignore that quiet but persistent voice. What a treat to worship in such a beautiful space!