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The Cursillo Experience
Just four months after my Cursillo experience, I found myself staring in wonder at a double rainbow in the Moldovan countryside, a world away from where I expected to be. Knee-deep in the dewy grass of a cow field, I could see that sign for what it was: a reminder of God’s promises for my life, promises I deliberately avoided for far too long. As a not-yet-confirmed Episcopalian I was fully unfamiliar with Cursillo when it was introduced to me. Truthfully, I wasn’t even sure