The first Sunday in the new year. I was occupied with a class today at the University. They were going at double pace to catch up with the holidays they gave us for Christmas.
I went to church in the evening after the class. Little tired and the different language took me a herculian task to stay attentive. Three young men were dressed beautifully as the wise men visiting the "Bala Yesu" were sitting in the front row all through the mass and after wards a small procession went to the big crib on the far end of the Cathedral. There the young priest sang and read out something, I do not know what it was.
What touched me most was the hundred odd students from the lower primary hostel which the sisters run came in a very disclipned line to attend. They were children from very poor families who are kept in the boarding for the whole year for a nominal fee. The elder ones help in altar service and on Sundays they are real proud to be helpful.
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