33 times the bell tolls.  One for each year of Jesus' life. We sit in silence; in the dark. A candle extinguished after each reading. Until... We sit in darkness. The old church sighs with the years of reverence. I want to sit here longer. To linger. Many begin their pilgrimage to the doors. The lights come on. I want to sit in the dark a little longer.  I want to feel and remember. Jesus. What he did for me. I wrestle with my thoughts. Why did he give all. . . for a retch like me? My soul yearns for this holiness; these moments of quiet reflection. My life races each ... View Post