**I was what you might call a basket case from that point. I couldn't imagine a greater excitement than what those words had worked upon me. Yet the experience was intensified just a moment later, when I heard the congregation recite: "Lamb of God . . . Lamb of God . . . Lamb of God," and the priest respond, "This is the Lamb of God . . ." as he raised the host. In less than a minute, the phrase "Lamb of God" had rung out four times. From long years of studying the Bible, I immediately knew where I was. I was in the Book of Revelation, where Jesus is called the Lamb no less than twenty-eight times in twenty-two chapters. I was at the marriage feast that John describes at the end of that very last book of the Bible. I was before the throne of heaven, where Jesus is hailed forever as the Lamb. I wasn't ready for this, though - I was at Mass!**
Tears come to my eyes every time I read this one paragraph penned by Scott Hahn. It's how I feel at every Mass. I am in Christ's personal presence through the blessed Body and Blood of Jesus Christ.
I have attended many mainline Protestant services and they have generally been quite pleasant (although "different"), in fact the single best homily I have EVER heard was delivered by an Episcopalian minister. However, I always have left with the profound sense that something was missing, and that is the Real Presense of our Lord.