I tried to go sleep, with all the noise surrounding me that makes me sleepy, the right sitcom, the right beverage, lying in the big bed with the right mattress.

No luck. To the other bedroom I retreated, put J. S.Bach’s Magnificat on the CD player.

I went downstairs where the Russian Orthodox Church is celebrating something important. The Church is becoming my go-to serenity refuge. Maybe it’s the male voices chanting without accompaniment, the vestments, or simply the fact they these white bearded men have prevailed, over the gulags.

But they are here today, witnessing for The Lord in a language I only feebly comprehend, if at all

It’s 11:50 on a Thursday morning. Right now they are sharing God with me.

I once again will strive for the reverence, holiness and zeal that they profess for me

Because, right now,, I need to hear hear their voices