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Well, it's been a while, and every time I tried to write something, I was lost. So, let's try with something simple :)

Every time I go to St Paul Cathedral for a mass, I always feel something is really different from mass in Indonesia. Can you guess what it is?

In Indonesia, many people come late, interrupt the mass by their obvious coming. But after the mass ended, they're not in a hurry to leave. People usually take sometime to do their personal prayer, either on their seat or light candles in front of statues.

In United States, almost nobody come late. However, they line up to leave right after the closing song is ended. Almost no body has personal prayer after mass. If you have a minute prayer after mass, the church will be almost empty at the time you open your eyes.

Anyway, just a simple-nonsense observation :)

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Anonymous said…
Maybe all of US peoples do not need special prayers. Indonesian peoples always trouble God with their prays. Alway prays but no thanks. ha ha.
Anonymous said…
Hey! Thanx for this beautiful place of the Inet!!
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Из-за этого пришлось узнать все необходимое здесь. Кто что думает об этом, неужто все так запутанно?

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