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Catholic Mass In Porto

Catholic Mass in Porto Sunday evening in Porto my wife went to mass while I sat in the park opposite admiring the grand architecture built in honour of a God. Got restless and walked into the church to see what was going on. It was a titanic church with a roof that stretched all the way to heaven and possible beyond. Although the congregation was of three hundred people it seemed almost empty. Benches made of hard wood and behind each bench a wooden cross- bar to lean ones knees on, and since the worshippers were doing that I went down on my knees too and for a moment felt quite humble. There is in the Christian Religion much written about agony it seems to be a part of the faith since Jesus died a slow death on the cross; nevertheless I was glad when the parishioners arose, and uplifted we all walked into the summer evening.

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Date: 9/13/2013 6:51:00 AM
Oh God (literally) Jan. This brings back memories except for the park bench. For us it became the local bar after I became 18. I had my knee surgery. It all went well except the patient is still complaining. love you, Kathy
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 9/13/2013 1:35:00 PM
glad to have you back my dear

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