Sunday, April 4, 2010

Good Friday

Our church has the most beautiful triduum services beginning Holy Thursday.  On Good Friday I witnessed one of those pure, pure moments that would go unseen in a busy world.  During part of the liturgy, church members participate in the veneration of the cross.
My kindergartener walked up, paused, made the sign of the cross, then simply touched it.  If only we could know what thoughts were going through his innocent little mind.  So simple.  So sweet.  So sincere.  What a blessing that I slowed down to enjoy the evening.

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