"As a child, glass shelves in my bedroom held an array of music boxes. A favorite was an insect band with painted wooden bodies and instruments perched on skinny arms. Their stage was a wooden hexagon with verdant velvet grass. A small crank with a red ball on the end made the music play. 

“Oh, Lord, I want to be in that number

When the saints come marching in.”

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Question to ponder: What does the communion of saints mean to you?

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