The risen Savior lives in the hearts of those who put their trust in Him, not in a wheat wafer confected at the hands of men.
He promised that where two or three are gathered in His name, that He would be there in their midst.
One doesn’t need to go anywhere to meet with their Savior and the Creator of the universe who is omnipresent. If it’s on the beach, so be it.
I’ve had far more meaningful meetings with God on the beach than I have ever had inside a church building, including and especially, the cold, impersonal, formalism of Catholicism.
I agree with you. I have watched a few minutes of masses on tv and wondered how anyone got anything out of them. It is little wonder that most seem to be taking a nap.