Dark grey sky, the damp in the air, the golden light inside the church, the white stone and soaring ceiling all reminded me of caves and castles built under mountains this morning. Mass was beautiful in an unearthly way, with a cellist added to the small choir and piano, voices and strings over the thunder rolling. Amazing, uplifting, that feeling that I belong right here, in this moment, in this space, in this time. The profound connection with God and everyone all at once.
My RCIA work begins in a month, and I will try to fan the flames in one heart. She's 25 and single, all I know. I can't wait to meet her. I hope I can be what she needs for this journey.
My RCIA work begins in a month, and I will try to fan the flames in one heart. She's 25 and single, all I know. I can't wait to meet her. I hope I can be what she needs for this journey.
Re: that made me smile
Date: 2001-08-19 09:50 pm (UTC)Anyway. I only went to Protestant school for a couple of years. I'm suprised how much I remember of it these days. I appreciate some of the things they gave me: Speech therapy; that now badly abused red NIV Bible, which lived with me for a long, long time, and was my main Bible from 1982 to 1999 or 2000; sewing classes; a few interesting memories.
I remember going to chapel, but I remember very little that happened in there, other than finding the full immersion font very foreign.