Standing in the energy of one of the most believed to be sacred spaces, I experience full-body chills that last more than a few seconds. The gold adornment makes the room feel warm. A choir is singing. People are gazing, their eyes drinking the beauty. Their jaws drop as they take in the expansiveness of the space. When I was a practicing Christian, I would have identified the chills as the presence of the holy spirit. As a practicing agnostic, I still identify the chills as the presence of the holy spirit.