Sep 8, 2011
When I went to get the morning paper off the porch at 6 a.m. I did not see the church door, because it is hidden by a kind of alcove.
That meant that I did not know that our church had been broken into as I read a small note about the theft of chalices at the Episcopalian cathedral. I remember thinking, “too bad for them,” and that we at Holy Name did not have chalices worth $80,000.
The secretary, who comes in at 7:30 a.m. noticed the broken window of the side door of the church because she was opening it for some workers. She came over to the rectory and we then both walked over to church. As we entered and I looked toward the altar of repose, I was shocked. It is such a hackneyed phrase to say that you don’t believe your own eyes, but that was my reaction. Somebody had taken the tabernacle!
We called the police; we searched the grounds; I called the diocese — all in a kind of somnambular state. The auxiliary bishop came to visit, we arranged for a Mass of reparation for sacrilege, I contracted someone to fix the broken windows and reinforce the doors, I prepared a letter to the congregation to tell them what happened, but I was still reeling emotionally. How hard it was to believe that anyone could do this.