As my brother was busy gazing at his bride-to-be and trying to remember his one line, I -- as the best man -- had plenty of time to examine the accoutrements around the altar. On Sundays, a little known European language was spoken in this edifice and everything in our surroundings, except for the few English words that were graciously included for this Saturday occasion, was a reminder of the old world.
The congregation, by the testimony of their pastor, had a high view of liturgical worship and...
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