Found myself inside the stunning Notre Dame for the first time last night. Oh I've been there before. I've watched the crowds mingling on the plaza in front, I've seen the pigeons blanketing the square, and I've pretended to be a street artist while sketching the stained glass from the bank of the Seine. But I'd never set foot inside 'til last night. And it was beautiful. Entered in the middle of evening mass and I was overwhelmed by this lady's voice filling the hall as she sang. Piercing right through me and into a soul I thought I'd sold long ago. Then I opened my eyes and the wondrous feeling vanished as I noticed for the first time the four flat screens running along each edge of the nave showing the same service that was happening in front of us, only with a few more dramatic zooms, player stats, and instant replays. And I was mildly sickened.
Even God has sold out to commercialism.
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