Summer Christmas Midnight Catholic Mass

Beneath the Andes Mountains, a warm 77º F day, 8 pm, 2.000 people under the starless sky. The Spanish and Chilean folk songs sounding of gaiety and warmth. Silence and listening. Closeness at those nearby. It would seem this spirit would embrace the world. Not enough chairs to go around, the younger giving their seats to the elderly. And suddenly, it would seem that the road to truth is mystery. And a warm thanks for that love, that myth, pours over the crowd. What a bite of peace, of common peace. An endless canon.