Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Coming along. Happy to report that I was loafing about the sacristy on Friday afternoon and a lady came in and asked for a requiem Mass for her deceased uncle. Everything she said was perfectly comprehensible to me.
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