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"Hello, last Sunday, the 22nd, I attended Mass at this Church with my entire family, experiencing the Holy Mass of the fourth Sunday of Advent. I thought the homily was beautiful, given by a visiting priest. We were delighted that the Mass was in Spanish. I'm a person who attends Mass daily and consider God to be very good to me, as this is a great gift He has granted me since 2004. My family and I travel frequently, and I always look for Masses wherever we are. So, I asked someone who was helping on Sunday where the daily Mass was held during the week, and they told me 'in the chapel,' but they couldn't tell me exactly where the chapel was. I didn't think it would be difficult to find, as I've had similar experiences in other places where I've met other faithful people and easily found the location of the Holy Eucharist. I took precautions to arrive 10 minutes early, according to my GPS, to arrive on time. I arrived a bit before 8:00 AM, but sadly, the sign announcing the Mass schedules only said, 'Weekday Mass is in the Chapel,' without indicating where the chapel was. This church is located in a Catholic school, and there were some people working around, so I asked them where the chapel was. Time was running out, and no one could tell me, so I sadly got in my car to return to my hotel, as it was already 8:13 AM and Mass had already started. As I drove away, I saw a sign that said 'Buddhist Chapel,' which didn't even cross my mind to enter. Further ahead, I saw a sign for the Parish House, almost in the same building as the Buddhist Chapel. So, I thought, 'This must be it,' and I dared to enter. I received a lovely welcome from a person who kindly made space for me to sit. Mass was already at the Offertory, so I offered myself and asked for forgiveness from God. Since it wasn't a Mass of Obligation, I decided to receive Communion and stay after to meditate on the day's liturgy, which I had missed. I prepared myself, and the priest (who didn't know me) gave me his blessing but denied me Communion in a very scandalous way, making it known to everyone that I had arrived late. It was very, very hard for me, as I think God allowed me to experience this humiliation for a reason. Instantly, I felt a tremendous desolation, wanting to assume that the priest was manifesting God's will in me. I returned to my place, crying and deeply troubled, and began to ask Jesus to receive Him spiritually, which I've done sometimes for grave sins. At the end of Mass, I decided to try to explain to the priest what had happened to me and almost beg for his mercy to receive Communion. The priest was furious with me and couldn't listen to me, although he did say that, against his convictions, he would grant me the Eucharist. I replied that I wouldn't want to receive Jesus in that way, and he, still angry, told me that I now HAD to receive it. I offered it for...him, The day before, I found out that his name is Joseph, and that Monday he left saying it was ridiculous that I had asked him for Communion when I had almost arrived at the end of Mass. I write this long story to remind that priest that he cannot and should not deny Communion to anyone, unless he truly knows them. God will judge him. I had a terrible day, and if I weren't a person deeply rooted in my faith, this incident might have driven me away from my beloved Church! How sad!"
