It's my favorite church. I think the intensity of colors is the reason I like it so much.
I lit candles and shared a prayer for my family before I walked inside the main sanctuary. A service was about to begin. The bell was toned and the priest entered. The community gathered. An invocation began the worship liturgy and the people spoke it from memory.
I followed along in the missal. I listened mostly. I watched the faces and bodies and gestures of the faithfully assembled.
They knelt. I knelt. They prayed. I prayed. In this holy space people have done that same very act for seven hundred years.
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