As I was walking home this morning, I slipped into mass at our neighborhood church. The morning light danced through the windows as I bathed in the sound of the prayers. I had to wonder. What was it like 1000 years ago? How would life as a peasant in a medieval European kingdom affect one’s sense of the divine? So many of the words and images seemed outdated to me, and yet, I couldn’t help but feel that something has been lost. Imagine if everyone in the village were there, and this was a daily ritual of unity and unison. Where is the spiritual center of our village now?