Last Monday away from home, I attended morning Mass at a local church. Jesus considered the temple of his days his Father's house. As soon as I entered the chapel at St. Andrew, I felt that I had arrived home. The song says "Any place I hang my hat is home." For me, any place where God resides is home.
After Mass, I remained to pray for a few minutes. Amidst all the noises and sounds ~ music rehearsal in the main church, people talking and chatting around the chapel, birds busily singing outside in the trees ~ I felt so good being aware that "the Lord is in me."
After Mass, I remained to pray for a few minutes. Amidst all the noises and sounds ~ music rehearsal in the main church, people talking and chatting around the chapel, birds busily singing outside in the trees ~ I felt so good being aware that "the Lord is in me."
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