Today's OneWord: Glow

I stood in front of the preacher's crowd, and every congregant began to glow. They glowed red for Christ's passion and blue for Mother Mary's mood, and gold for monarchs' piety and silver for peasants' real dedication. I took the new theses and hammered them on Father Warren's door, waiting for him to read them. But they were in ancient tongues, and as I was afflicted, my body convulsed with the Holy Spirit.

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