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10:45 AM, January 26th, 2025

 

Saint Philomena's Church

 

The Morning Mass at Saint Philomena's was in Spanish, and it was packed. The prayers of the faithful would reach the heavens and `shake the rafters. Father Thomas, an older man with a fully grey beard, preached on selflessness, on loyalty, on being like Jesus; that Jesus asked for nothing to help others.  Help others, and through that find your way to heaven, through Jesus and the saints.

 

It was a service that would repair the spirituality of the congregation, and prepare them for the next week; a connection with God and Jesus and Mary that kept them going through the rough times. And rough times were coming recently; a series of fires had struck through Lincoln, targeting members not just of Philomena's community, but a variety of other church's memberships. It was almost to the edge of belief that such things were happening, but no one had claimed responsibility, and arson driven by hatred were not often unclaimed.

 

Carmen was here, at the weekly service given by the church that also handled her stay when she wasn't at Claremont.


It was a chilly day, but it seemed to be a nice one.

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