Rise

 

I went inside the Church of the Ascension on lower Fifth this afternoon. It’s the 1841 church where Tony Soprano almost had a heart attack during a wedding and had a lot of trouble taking off his shoes for the Feds. It’s a beautiful church with a gorgeous mural above the altar that almost makes me go there.  And it makes me go back to going to Mass before school during Lent when you were supposed to do something or give up something to prove you’re better than your normal self for forty days. It is wild how being in a setting like that can make you go somewhere inside and move more toward belief than wish, at least for a moment.