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Rain lashed against the chapel windows like a thousand accusing fingers. I sat rigid in the choir stall, my throat raw from swallowed sobs, as Father Miguel whispered the final rites. Today, we buried Elena – the woman who taught me harmonies, who’d nudged me toward the mic when stage fright paralyzed my lungs. Now, her casket lay draped in violet, and the Neocatechumenal funeral chants we’d rehearsed for weeks dissolved into a muddle of misplaced entrances and cracked high notes. My fingers fum

The cathedral's stone walls swallowed every whisper as I knelt in near-darkness, Easter Vigil candles casting frantic shadows. My throat tightened—not from incense, but dread. In thirty minutes, I'd chant the Exsultet before 200 souls, that ancient hymn demanding perfect pitch and theological weight. Last year’s disaster haunted me: pages rustling like startled birds, my voice cracking when I lost my place in the leather-bound tome. Tonight, sweat chilled my palms as I fumbled with the book’s gi

He rose from deathHe Rose From Death is an application designed for Android devices, providing a digital collection of songs from the Neocatechumenal Way. This app allows users to download and access various chants directly on their smartphones or tablets, making it a convenient resource for individ