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Augustine
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In spite of having a church attendance of only 7%, while in Nuremberg I had a good surprise when visiting an old and small church. It’s not the 1st time I visit that town, but the statistics led me to believe that those wonderful Gothic churches were nothing more than quaint tourist curiosities.
About a block from the monumental St. Lawrence’s, I noticed the humble St. Claire’s and, last Friday, I thought about visiting it again. When I approached it, I heard the organ and when I got in Mass was taking place. To my surprise, the church was packed, with people standing in the back along with me. The priest was being helped by a couple of young priests or deacons and only about half of the assembly was made up by elder people, who are usually the majority in week-day Masses.
I couldn’t resist but staying, even without understanding a word of German. Yet, I could follow it through and through. Ah, the beauty of being universal…
About a block from the monumental St. Lawrence’s, I noticed the humble St. Claire’s and, last Friday, I thought about visiting it again. When I approached it, I heard the organ and when I got in Mass was taking place. To my surprise, the church was packed, with people standing in the back along with me. The priest was being helped by a couple of young priests or deacons and only about half of the assembly was made up by elder people, who are usually the majority in week-day Masses.
I couldn’t resist but staying, even without understanding a word of German. Yet, I could follow it through and through. Ah, the beauty of being universal…