Lying on ivory beds and sprawling on their divans,
they dine on lambs from the flock,
and stall-fattened veal;
they bawl to the sound of the lyre and, like David, they invent musical instruments;
they drink wine by the bowlful,
and lard themselves with the finest oils,
but for the ruin of Joseph the care nothing.
That is why they will now go into captivity,
heading the column of captives.
The sprawlers' revelry is over.
(Am 6:4-7)
That is what for the first time I read to people.
The first time I saw the organ and stained glass at the back, saw the space ahead of us, and felt the air and spirit out there.
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