We wandered up to Sacre Coeur tonight – it’s in the neighborhood, but I still haven’t figured out the most efficient way to get up there, and I am determined to do so. I’ll just keep trying different ways until I get it.
Beautiful, as usual. Gorgeous.
Outside were the usual crowds of tourists and the usual peddlars peddling Eiffel Towers, glow lights and Heinekens (yes – the bring 12 packs and sell the bottles), and inside was Eucharistic Adoration.
The prayers and songs weren’t French. I’m going to admit I really couldn’t tell what language they were – it didn’t seem Spanish and it definitely wasn’t Italian so I am going to guess Portuguese.
Whatever, it was lovely. About forty people – including several religious sisters – processed up the middle aisle and then knelt at the Communion rail. The monstrance is quite high, rays supported by angels.
The praise resonated, the tourists circled, the prayers soared to heaven, the peddlers shone their lights and waved their beer bottles.
In and out the people came, some praying, others perhaps awakened to the fact that what they sensed within were not just yearnings, needs, wants, pains or cries, but indeed might be something else. Might be.
Yesterday, we wandered to Église de la Sainte-Trinité in the late afternoon. We had just been in one of the several rather incredible Parisian temple to materialism – Galaries Lafayettes – and walked up the road from there.
The rather astonishing stained glass dome of the Galaries Lafayette…I couldn’t get a vantage point adequate enough to capture the whole feeling of the place, but if you click on the link, you just might. I couldn’t help thinking about the stained glass I’d seen the day before…in Chartres…
Inside, someone was practicing. It was not exactly soothing, but in a way, it was: spiritual bombast seeing and raising the commercial bombast.
And, at least in my opinion, winning.