St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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our chapel Dorothy Ramsey We have viewed the soft fall of snow, the first green budding of spring, and the warm glow of the summer sun from the chapel windows. The outside world changes unceasingly, but in the inner sanctuary of our little chapel there is no change. Dark days lose their gloominess as we glance at the little sanctuary light burning bravely, a challenge to our troubled hearts. We feel His presence as truly as mayhaps we might in some dim-lighted cathedral, its Gothic spires reared heavenward, and Raphael's iMadonna on its marble wall. We need no ancient grandeur, no exquisite fruits of the old masters to awaken our souls to grateful prayer. Our little chapel with its simple furnishing and quiet air of simplicity is our cathedral. Here we may lose ourselves in silent adoration for His majesty enthroned behind the small golden door of the tabernacle. We know that He will hear us when we invoke His aid. that He desires not the death of a sinner but that He be born again to life. We believe all this, but somehow it seems more real here in God's own home. It is with a subdued feeling, a feeling of awe and of consuming love that we leave our little chapel and journey out into the sunshine, into the day and what it holds in store for us. into the world. I 22 I