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procession to the altar. Diagonally across the front wall, the sun projected an artificial rainbow

through stained glass windows. The large wooden crucifix that hung on the front wall was illuminated

with a multi-colored spotlight.

               One parishioner caught a glimpse of a familiar light-haired lady from the church across the

street, who had always arrived at her church when he arrived at his. But today they were praying

together, and it just happened that they finally had the chance to say hello. All throughout the magnificent church, there was a feeling that the Holy Spirit himself ^*was visiting that day.

               Halfway into the seventeenth pew on the left, an eight year old boy whispered into his younger

brother's ear:

Our Father farts in Heaven,

while angels pull his thumb.

The devil comes in,

smells their sin,

and says "that's where clouds come from!"

               The boy got a good whack on top of his head for that one, but not before getting a decent laugh

out of his brother. The body connected to the hand that did the whacking joined a dozen other mothers

in asking what she had done to deserve "this". The only answer she received, however, was an

illustrative sound effect made by her youngest son's right palm and left armpit-- and more giggling.

Had the world been created as she believed, she might have heard three voices laughing instead of two.

               Father Feinstein and Father Kevin approached the altar with two readers, two altar boys, and a

few hobbling senior citizens. On a piety scale, the odd bunch ranked somewhere between Noah's Arc

and a parade sponsored by the Ronald McDonald House. The priests stepped onto the raised platform

and turned to face the crowded hall; the others took their places along side the altar. Barely visible on

*_{It is common etiquette to refer to the Holy Spirit as a "he". Whether or not the} Holy Spirit actually has a penis, and whether it has a use for one, being a ghost, remains in question.