Holy Week

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.