"Your friend has something on her forehead." "You know you have a smudge or something on your head." "What's that on your face?" It's Ash Wednesday. At the inhuman hour of 6:45 a.m. my friend and I made our way to mass at Santa Sabina. We followed in the long line of priests, chuckling to ourselves that we were the only students there. Once the service started, I was in spiritual bliss. The ancient columns, the fresco over the alter, and the rich voices of the choir felt unreal (a theme in most of my experiences). After Mass ended, our seminarian friend Andy led us to the church's hidden gem: the oldest crucifix ever made. It's a tiny thing. Look at the top left box. If that didn't blow my mind (don't worry, it did), then the keyhole right next door did. I had heard rumors, but didn't know if it actually existed and if so, where. Well, it does. I'm talking about a keyhole, one small keyhole, through which ...
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