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3 responses to “Last night’s joy”

  1. Fr. Ron Smith Avatar
    Fr. Ron Smith

    Greetings from New Zealand, St. Michael & All Angels, Christchurch, where we, too, enjoyed the benefits of a con-celebration of the Corpus Christi Feast. Worship of God in the Sacrament of the Mass is certainly the highlight of our life in the City of Quakes. Celebrated in the St. Michael’s School Hall, while the church is being re-decorated, Corpus Christi reminded us of the closeness of Christ our Redeemer among God’s people – whatever the circumstances. Agape!

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    Zebabee

    The way you swing the thurible is interesting. It looks like the basis of a good golf swing.

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  3. Steven Avatar
    Steven

    What an absolutely wonderful picture. Joy in light and movement.

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