"Once, while visiting Westminster Abbey in London, I noticed a chime acknowledging the top of the hour. A priest came upon the speaker, reminding us that even though we might be there as tourists, the Abbey was first and foremost a house of prayer. He then invited us to stop wherever we were and pray the Our Father in our own language. My son and I were nearly moved to tears as we prayed with those around us and heard whispers of Italian, Hindi, Russian and Spanish. There was a sense of the Church spanning the globe that we easily forget back home at our parish in Seattle."

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