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My earliest mystical experience of God may have been when as a young girl I attended Vespers services with my mother in the big Nuriootpa Lutheran church in the Barossa Valley, South Australia.

I loved the evening prayer offered up in the darkened sanctuary by the Pastor facing the candle lit altar:

"Let my prayer be counted as incense before Thee,

And the lifting up of my hands as an evening sacrifice."

Despite the fact that Lutherans then did not use incense! Now because of an allergic sensitivity to any perfume, I have difficulty with any actual presence of incense!. Junette

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