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I pray for Catholics in Belarus.

In 1997 I was sent for 2 weeks to Minsk for business.

I stayed within walking distance of a small Catholic parish.

It had been only about 7 years since they received back their parish. It was the most beautiful Mass I've ever attended. Not because of the building. Not because of the words of the priest (It was Novus Ordo, so I could follow, but it was in Russian, which I don't speak.)

It was the 2nd most beautiful Mass I have experienced because each and every person there was clearly there with great love, thanksgiving, and prayers. Everyone, young and old, knelt on the hard stone floor (no kneelers) with little room between the benches. Everyone prayed and sang with great unity.

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