Worshipping at Taizé changed me. Only a teenager, at fourteen years old (give or take), I visited the ecumenical monastery in Cluny, France. My dad and I drove there from our house outside of Geneva, Switzerland, for a spiritual getaway. The phrase “contemplative spirituality” meant nothing to me, and for all I knew, a monastery might as well have been …
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