I wrote a few weeks ago about how strange it would be to be in our new church at St. Stanislaus Parish and how much the old church had meant to my family over the years. Today, Leroy and I attended our first mass in the new church. I think it is absolutely beautiful. It is not complete inside... There is a lot more to come, but it is inviting and it feels, already, like a sacred space. It is truly a blessing to have this extraordinary facility in our parish. I am honored to be able to attend mass there and appreciate the sacrifice of so many who made it (and continue to make it) possible. I have to be honest and say that it doesn't quite feel like home... or that it's mine... yet. It took a while for that feeling to come in the old church and I'm sure it will take some work involving ministry before I have that feeling again, but it is something that I am willing to work towards.