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Mandi
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I can not even to begin to imagine living without the bells.
I can’t remember exactly when the bells are removed during Lent and replaced with clappers but I know it is only for a short time - but it feels like forever.
The church has been in silent mourning, it is dark and brooding, you go to church but it is empty and sorrowful. They have crucified my Lord and Saviour But death was not their triumph, it was ours… There is nothing more dramatic than the Gloria at Easter Midnight Mass, the organ is played once again as the voices of the choir rejoice, the altar boys remove the purple shrouds, the lilies pour on the Altar and all the while the bells are ring loudly and profusely as if the angels are crying out to the multitudes, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!
I can’t remember exactly when the bells are removed during Lent and replaced with clappers but I know it is only for a short time - but it feels like forever.
The church has been in silent mourning, it is dark and brooding, you go to church but it is empty and sorrowful. They have crucified my Lord and Saviour But death was not their triumph, it was ours… There is nothing more dramatic than the Gloria at Easter Midnight Mass, the organ is played once again as the voices of the choir rejoice, the altar boys remove the purple shrouds, the lilies pour on the Altar and all the while the bells are ring loudly and profusely as if the angels are crying out to the multitudes, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!