Last fall, I was going to church a lot during some turmoil to sit quietly and pray, and I got to that Franciscan shrine that I mentioned in the previous post.
It was the afternoon, and as I approached the entrance, I noticed an older lady locking up for the day.
I said, "Oh your closing," a little disappointed.
She smiled and then casually said something profound that I hadn't quite realized before.
She gently said, "The Church never closes, but sometimes the doors to the buildings do."
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