The Slow Bloom of the Sacred: Transcendence and the Journey of Faith

Many people come to the Catholic Church seeking something they can’t quite name. A sense of mystery. A sacred hush. The presence of God that breaks through the noise of everyday life. In a word: transcendence.

And so they go to Mass—maybe for the first time in years, or for the first time ever—hoping for awe, longing for God to feel near. But instead, they find something else: ritual. Repetition. Unfamiliar words and gestures. Standing, kneeling, sitting. A crowd that seems to know what they’re doing. A feeling of being out of sync.

And they wonder, quietly and painfully: Did I miss it? Is something wrong with me? Where was the sacred I came looking for?

The answer is: You didn’t miss it. But you’re not alone in feeling that way.

The Early Journey: Head Before Heart

In the early stages of faith—especially as a convert, seeker, or someone returning after a long absence—it’s common to feel more confusion than clarity at Mass. The words are strange. The prayers are rapid. The meaning behind the gestures and responses isn’t obvious.

And here’s the truth many cradle Catholics may forget: transcendence often doesn’t come in the ritual until the ritual becomes yours.

Until you’ve walked with the symbols—until you know why the priest lifts the host, why we strike our chests, why the liturgy echoes Scripture—it can feel like a foreign language. And awe rarely comes through something that feels foreign. Awe grows in familiarity. In fluency. In slow unfolding.

As the Catechism says, “The spiritual tradition of the Church... proposes the humble and trusting heart that enables us to turn and become like children: for it is to 'little children' that the Father is revealed” (CCC 2603). It takes humility to stay present in ritual that has not yet become meaningful. But God reveals Himself gently to those who wait.

So where does transcendence begin for many seekers? In the quiet.

God in the Quiet Corners

If you didn’t feel transported at Mass, don’t panic. That doesn’t mean your soul is closed or broken. It might just mean that, like many before you, you’re in the part of the journey where God meets you in quiet corners:

• In personal study of Scripture that suddenly glows with meaning

• In a late-night conversation that turns gently toward God

• In a question that won’t let go, and leads you deeper

• In the tear that comes while praying alone, not knowing why

These are not lesser forms of transcendence. They are the whispers before the thunder. The stirrings before the song.

The Catechism says, “God calls man first. Man may forget his Creator... yet the living and true God tirelessly calls each person to that mysterious encounter known as prayer” (CCC 2567). That encounter doesn’t always happen in the pew. Sometimes it happens while doing dishes. Sometimes while journaling. Sometimes while staring at the ceiling wondering what any of this means.

St. John Henry Newman once wrote, “We are not called to great deeds but to little acts of great love.” Sometimes, it is in the littlest acts—done with openness—that we encounter the transcendent. Not in thunderbolts, but in embers.

Liturgy as Deep Language

Over time, as you begin to understand the Mass—not just its movements but its meaning—you may begin to experience transcendence there too. When the readings begin to echo your private prayers. When the Eucharist feels like a returning home. When you find yourself weeping at a line you once overlooked.

The liturgy is like poetry: at first, it’s opaque. With time, it opens. And then it opens you.

But that takes time. It takes presence. And it takes a heart that’s willing to be changed slowly, from the inside out.

St. Augustine wrote, "Late have I loved you, Beauty so ancient and so new." The beauty of the liturgy is ancient. It can feel distant at first. But it waits patiently for your heart to arrive.

Final Thought: Sacredness Is Not on a Timer

If you came to Mass seeking transcendence and left with silence, trust this: God wastes nothing. He may be building your capacity to recognize Him, not in the obvious places, but in the ones that no one else can see.

And when you’re ready—when the symbols have become home and the rhythm has become prayer, the Mass may bloom for you in ways you never expected.

Until then, let Him meet you in your own life.

In the quiet. In the hunger. In the search.

That, too, is holy ground.