I stood at the front of the church as my uncle went to light some candles. The mass had ended and the congregation was moving throughout the church. Some chatting, some praying, some leaving, some collecting hymn books. The wonderful movement of a crowd filled with the holy spirit surrounded me. A server approached the alter to extinguish the candles. From each a cloud of smoke rose, not a fluffy cloud but a cloud filled with ribbons of smoke dancing through the air as they rose, and as they rose they passed through the bright low autumn sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows. Ethereal and golden, rainbow hued and shimmering, expanding and rising. Our prayers, our worship, our love ascended to heaven in that smoke and the glory of our Lord was revealed in it’s beauty.
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