They gathered in the little chapel at St. Ignatius of Antioch, lit by stained-glass abstracts capturing the setting sun, ready to experience something outside the bounds of Mass.
Some strummed guitars; others grabbed maracas and tambourines from a basket and joined in; still others quietly paged through Bibles brought from home. After each song came shouts of "We praise you! We glorify your holy name!" One man dropped to his knees, palms facing upward, whispering "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" over and over.
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