I was trying to be helpful – really, I was, in my “Gramps” sort of way. Instead, I wound up setting off a mini-crisis.
Or perhaps I should say “sitting off.”
I was trying to be helpful – really, I was, in my “Gramps” sort of way. Instead, I wound up setting off a mini-crisis.
Or perhaps I should say “sitting off.”
Fr. Tim was certainly a good sport about it…which is more than I can say about my dear wife.
For the most part, our grandson Francis seemed mildly amused by his impending baptism on Saturday afternoon.
Then he dozed off, just before the water was about to cascade over his forehead.
It’s well past the mid-point of November, but there were flowers in full bloom at All Souls Church today.
I was about 20 minutes into the 25-year warranty on my brand-spanking-new half-moon edging spade…when the first crack appeared in the upper reaches of the blade.
‘Uh-oh,’ I thought. ‘This is not good.’
There are no bystanders at the Easter Vigil. Like the new fire itself, we all tend to become ‘fully involved.’
It’s the rare friend who can make scripture come alive, right before your eyes.
If you’re a cradle Catholic (like me), I want to say that you really haven’t lived until you’ve seen a grown man get doused with the waters of baptism at the Easter Vigil.
By which I mean: You probably don’t have a deep, bone-rattling, knee-knocking sense of the work that the Holy Spirit wants to do in you…and in every baptized Christian.
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