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Filling the Ciborium and the Chalice with the Divine food of Everlasting Life .....


My early morning wine and host filling work .... I woke up at freaking 5 AM for this!!! But it's good job, atleast it makes sure I reach church on time. Never really liked the mass down here .... they were too long (too long is an understatement). Liked the services I used to attend in Bangalore and Pune. Anyway, since we have an english choir here, church is now interesting.

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Jude said…
Is ciborium really a word? I think you are making it up

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