and Jesus said to his disciples, "I have come to set the world on fire."

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.

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Sunday cleaning and then we shall be off to Metro for a night of coffee-drinking, card and mah-johngg playing, reading and other such fun things.

I have a new issue of Harpers and Vanity Fair, which I bought because of Gore Vidal's article on McVeigh. Lots of interesting things to read.

To the land of coffee and metal and glass, where the music is almost always perfect...