The steeple, like a needle pierces the sky. The cross, a
sign of the ultimate sacrifice.
The still silence that engulfs your body as you enter such a
giant holy place. I take a seat and say a prayer, a conversation with my
savior. How great God is for giving man the ability to build such glorious
temples in his honor. The cathedral reminiscent of those I had seen in France
or Spain, built in the early 16th and 17th centuries. This one though, was
started in 1868. It is beautifully kept (ladies pruning and placing the flowers
by the alters as we entered).
The echoes of the whispers heard throughout the
entire sanctuary make you feel as if you were somewhere like the grand canyon.
The ceiling appears to be a mile away. Vaulted and wooden, though I feel like
it could just open up and in shine the heavens. Visitors come and go in hushed
reverence while the women pruning are not affected by the grandeur and
magnificence of the spiritual structure we stand in. They are used to the
abounding beauty of the sacred place, but even if I were to worship here every
Sunday I don't think I would ever take for granted the intricate architecture
and etchings along the columns and walls. It is places like this that make me
appreciate the strength and power God truly has. Though originally the visit
was an afterthought, it is the one place so far that has truly left me in awe.
The steeple, like a needle pierces the sky. The cross, a
sign of the ultimate sacrifice.
The still silence that engulfs your body as you enter such a
giant holy place. I take a seat and say a prayer, a conversation with my
savior. How great God is for giving man the ability to build such glorious
temples in his honor. The cathedral reminiscent of those I had seen in France
or Spain, built in the early 16th and 17th centuries. This one though, was
started in 1868. It is beautifully kept (ladies pruning and placing the flowers
by the alters as we entered). 
The echoes of the whispers heard throughout the
entire sanctuary make you feel as if you were somewhere like the grand canyon.
The ceiling appears to be a mile away. Vaulted and wooden, though I feel like
it could just open up and in shine the heavens. Visitors come and go in hushed
reverence while the women pruning are not affected by the grandeur and
magnificence of the spiritual structure we stand in. They are used to the
abounding beauty of the sacred place, but even if I were to worship here every
Sunday I don't think I would ever take for granted the intricate architecture
and etchings along the columns and walls. It is places like this that make me
appreciate the strength and power God truly has. Though originally the visit
was an afterthought, it is the one place so far that has truly left me in awe.
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