Fronleichnam – rain, ritual, support. In the morning everything seemed to be cut out of the liturgical picture book. The festive divine service filled the church benches, the monstrance glided like a golden breath through the room. Outside, the stations were already waiting: house altars with white cloths, flower altars in strong colors, flanked by young birch green, which in the wind ran like a quiet approval. The procession set in motion, carr…
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Fronleichnam – rain, ritual, support. In the morning everything seemed to be cut out of the liturgical picture book. The festive divine service filled the church benches, the monstrance glided like a golden breath through the room. Outside, the stations were already waiting: house altars with white cloths, flower altars in strong colors, flanked by young birch green, which in the wind ran like a quiet approval. The procession set in motion, carr…