And understood absolutely nothing. And when I say nothing, I mean nothing.
The greatest thing in the world is the fact that I can go to church, not understand a single thing, and still comprehend so much.
I sang hymns (in German).
I took the sacrament (the bread was the kind you only get from a bakery, on special days in the U.S.).
I heard people’s messages.
Different language, same feeling.
Today we went for an uber long walk, and this is what we saw: