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We are back from London. Life is back to normal.
And Lent is here.
In the deanery where we belong, there are six churches.
In one of them, Tiller church, I have worked as a deacon for six years, and we lived in the congregation for many more years.
In another one, Kolstad church, we have now lived for more than 10 years. It is where we go to Sunday mass these days, when we are not in the cathedral, it is where Terje is a member of the board.
Then you have Heimdal church, where I have been many times through the years, Klæbu church where I just spent a week with the bishop and Byneset church, the medieval church we are so proud of.
The last of the six is Leinstrand church, a beautiful old, red, wooden church. It is situated not far from where we live. I have never ever been there in my almost 54 years young life.
Not until tonight when we went there for Ash Wednesday mass.
Only a couple of handfulls of people.
Silence
Hymns
Reading from the gospel of Mark
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and music
Organ and flute playing Faure´s Sicilienne.
Old wood cravings.
Blessed art.
Not for the museums.
For praising life.
My sould rests. My prayers are without words.
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Lent has started.
So has my 40 days of walk with my Creator. In prayers.
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After the mass I asked myself: do people really know what thet are missing. The silence. The fellowship. The old art.
The music.
The flute and the organ.
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The best moment. The blessed art.
