I went to Mass in a very large, famous and busy urban place of worship. As people knelt after Communion I became aware of a stream of conversation nearby. Who could be so irreverent and insensitive? And I realised I could only hear one voice - was he on his mobile phone? Worse and worse... Eventually, irritated and distracted, I glanced round. An African man was on his knees, hands raised, an expression of sheer joy on his face, pouring out his prayer to God.
Kyrie eleison. ‘I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God.' (Luke 18:14)