I was sitting in an incredible church in Vilnius, the one right by the Gate of Dawn, marveling at the architecture and the singing, when all of a sudden the entire congregation got up and went out the back of the church. Wondering what was up, I meekly went out the front and onto the street leading to the Gate of Dawn. There below the gate the small congregation was posing for a group photo, as part of one of their annual events. The ladies had dressed up in old time peasant garb, and a full size cross was about to be carried on the men's shoulders down the street and back into the church, as I was soon to discover.