Thank you Rachel and Cecelia. My mornings, this past week, was filled with an abundant devotion as I read and listened to each offering. It has made me feel healed and whole and filled with awe at the love Christ offers us.
I'm so proud to know that my niece is writing such good works. Love Aunt Jan
Thank you for sharing this. I was just discussing Good Friday last night with an LDS friend. We both feel that we could do more to celebrate or commemorate Good Friday.
A few years ago I was in the Sicilian town of Modica for Good Friday. Modica is a crumbly little town with clusters of abandoned homes, the kind you can get for a Euro. We visited the main cathedral, il Duomo di San Giorgio. They were preparing for Mass and a procession. We left for dinner but came back to line up on the street near the duomo to watch the procession.
When Jesus and Mary came out on their respective palanquins and carried down towards Corso S. Giorgio, there was quiet. When a kid spoke out, he was quickly shushed by his mother: "Shhh...è Gesu!" The whole crowd was reverent and respectful. It was a beautiful thing.
Thank you Rachel and Cecelia. My mornings, this past week, was filled with an abundant devotion as I read and listened to each offering. It has made me feel healed and whole and filled with awe at the love Christ offers us.
I'm so proud to know that my niece is writing such good works. Love Aunt Jan
Thank you for sharing this. I was just discussing Good Friday last night with an LDS friend. We both feel that we could do more to celebrate or commemorate Good Friday.
A few years ago I was in the Sicilian town of Modica for Good Friday. Modica is a crumbly little town with clusters of abandoned homes, the kind you can get for a Euro. We visited the main cathedral, il Duomo di San Giorgio. They were preparing for Mass and a procession. We left for dinner but came back to line up on the street near the duomo to watch the procession.
When Jesus and Mary came out on their respective palanquins and carried down towards Corso S. Giorgio, there was quiet. When a kid spoke out, he was quickly shushed by his mother: "Shhh...è Gesu!" The whole crowd was reverent and respectful. It was a beautiful thing.