Lauda Jerusalem!

It was truly a glorious day. As we entered the church to learn the chants for Vespers, the sun triumphantly broke through the clouds and its light beamed across the sanctuary - quite obscured by plumes of incense. Out we went in the wonderful Winter mid-afternoon, our Lord proudly held aloft amidst heartfelt cries of 'Lauda Jerusalem Dominum, lauda Deum tuum Sion!' I'd been wanting to do that for so long! Father had the most magnificent new gold vestments - so everything was most fitting. This is what it means to be a Catholic. Deo gratias.