Lenten Reflections #40
It is 6:00 pm, and we are not at the Holy Saturday mass. We are at our son’s baseball game.
For the last 17 years, we’ve attended Holy Saturday Mass. Watched the baptisms and confirmations, heads dripping, and babies crying, shocked by the Holy Water.
We listened to the readings, when God looked at everything He had made, and found it very good and declared it a new day. We heard about Abraham, who scared the heck out of his son, then God said WAIT, Abraham! And we heard how the Red Sea parted miraculously.
We lit candles and watched the wax drip on the paper cups as they do. At every age, the boys messed with the wax, and Cora scolded them each time.
Two hours later, we headed home.
Each year was the same.
But change has to happen.
Without change, we are stagnant. Without change, I would have missed the double rainbow I saw at the baseball game. I like to think it appeared at the exact time all of those new Catholics were being baptized. Because that’s how God works. Little miracles. One at a time.
So we will attend Mass in the morning. God will wait.
What I learned:
This has been 40 days of joy, prayer, worry, stress, and not much sleep, but aren’t the vessels of our days always jammed with worries and wonders?
God bless you all.
Thanks for joining me for 40 days.
I’m so glad you were here,
Lucretia
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