And we have all been so often in these places of Jesus, wearing our bonnets and sweet carnations, toppers, tails, pocket hankies – padded bottoms on hard oak, sore knees, polished shoes and smiles in the naves of vivid glass and high ceilings, where babies howl over baptismal water, wine becomes blood, the rich worry about tomorrow and the boxes of the faithful are carried in and out to low murmurings and the swell of organ music.Read
