The sun setting in the west, cast a golden glow through the stained glass windows of the church. The old Victorian church feels holy, as holy to me as the feeling I had when standing in prayer at the Western Wall in Jerusalem. Every time I enter this church I feel bathed in a peace that defies explanation. This week has begun with a spirit of renewal for me. A place of being spiritually content. Resolved of all the questioning. A new time of peace within.