The rain lashed down, splashing on the slick Pittsburgh streets, making lakes and torrents in the gutters. It streamed from the hats and coats and faces of the marchers, drenched their banners, soaked their shoes, as they trudged—850 of them in one group, 350 in another—to meet at the corner of Fifth Avenue and Bigelow Boulevard. There the two leaders clasped wet hands, and all raised their voices in a spontaneous doxology: "Praise God from whom all blessings flow . . ." Four abreast, 1,200 strong, they marched through the rain together to celebrate the first Communion of a new church.
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