A while ago in that period between waking and sleeping i found myself walking in a walled garden with Jesus. I was a little child wondering around quite happily holding His hand. The garden was more than walled it was surrounded by windows some were wide open and I could hear people singing and shouts of joy rang out when Jesus looked in the window. Other windows barely open and quiet, others tightly shut and curtained. Unfortunately there were some blackened by smoke and smelt of decay. These windows Jesus stood outside and cried.
Memories of the habits and the teachings of the Catholic Church