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The story says that a traveler from Italy came to the French town of Chartres to see the great church that was being built there.  Arriving at the end of the day, he went to the site just as the workmen were leaving for home.  he asked one man, covered with dust, what he did there. The man replied that he was a stonemason.  He spent his days carving rocks.  Another man, when asked, said he was a glassblower who spent his days making slabs of colored glass.  Still another workman replied that he was a blacksmith who pounded iron for a living. Wandering into the opening gloom of the unfinished edifice, the traveler came upon an older woman, armed with a broom, sweeping up the stone chips and wood shavings and glass shards from the day’s work.  “What are you doing?” he asked. The woman paused, leaning on her broom, and looking up toward the high arches, replied, “Me? I’m building a cathedral for the Glory of Almighty God...