I walked into the parish not knowing what to expect. A large silver bowl filled with water sat in a wooden pedestal in the center of the foyer. As people walked by it, they dipped their fingers into the water, then with a single dab they touched their foreheads, their chests, then each shoulder. Feeling […]
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