I have heard it said that Mass ought to be a window into the heavenly liturgy that is perpetually celebrated before the throne of God Almighty: cherubim and seraphim crying Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus; the prayers of the faithful rising up like incense; and row upon row of saints rapt in adoration.
It is rare, of course, for the humble liturgy here below to live up to that high standard. I do believe, however, that I may have had a foretaste at our parish, and it came in a way that I had never anticipated. As we approached the moment of consecration, all kneeling and quiet in prayer, I heard an urgent whispering from behind me, and it said:
Stop it, Augustine! Give that back to Dominic!
I admit: I smiled.