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EARTH ANGELS & MAGIC MOMENTS
Saint Patrick’s Cathedral at Fifth and Fifty-First. Its
Gothic spires and stunning stained-glass windows
beckoned me to enter. However, as soon as I walked in,
a voice in my head said, ‘No, not here. This is not for
you.' The words were clear and unmistakable, and I
felt a familiar shiver run down my spine.
I turned around and left, wondering why I had
been so abruptly dismissed. Was it the tourist crowds,
the ornate decorations, or something more intangible
that didn't resonate with me? I didn't know, but I
trusted my instincts.
Three blocks further up Fifth Avenue, I spotted
another church. Passing through the door of Saint
Thomas Church, I immediately felt at peace.
"Where shall I sit?” I whispered to myself. ‘I know.
I’m sixty-two. I’ll sit in pew sixty-two’. I walked down
the center aisle and found it. The church was empty. I
went about ten feet in and sat down.
After fifteen minutes of quiet contemplation,
seeking inspiration for my next book, I randomly
grabbed a prayer book from the rack in front of me and
started flipping through the pages. I wasn't looking for
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