interruptions:

the language of the Book of Common Prayer and the KJV still never lose their hold on me. In my email inbox today, from the church I attended as a small child, is the old prayer for the departed:

O ALMIGHTY God, with whom do live the spirits of just men made perfect, after they are delivered from their earthly prisons; We humbly commend the soul of this thy servant, our dear brother, [redacted], into thy hands, as into the hands of a faithful Creator, and most merciful Saviour; beseeching thee, that it may be precious in thy sight. Wash it, we pray thee, in the blood of that immaculate Lamb, that was slain to take away the sins of the world; that whatsoever defilements it may have contracted, through the lusts of the flesh or the wiles of Satan, being purged and done away, it may be presented pure and without spot before thee; through the merits of Jesus Christ thine only Son our Lord. Amen.

I can’t help myself. I get chills.

Same, I like to read Theresa of Avila and get all alert and weird.