tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27883813.post4663554250408183710..comments2023-04-12T08:59:26.749-05:00Comments on Too bad it's raining.: Triduum and Easter talesmargmorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00900879863702928274noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27883813.post-34522365480422700122009-04-14T11:53:00.000-05:002009-04-14T11:53:00.000-05:00Oh Margo. I love your reflections. There was the ...Oh Margo. I love your reflections. There was the CUTEST little boy in front of me at the Easter Vigil at my parent's church. He was four years old and totally engrossed for most of the service (except during the homily when he got distracted by his shoelace while the pastor was talking). He kept inching out into the aisle to see what was going on by the altar: he would stand right at the edge and leeaaannn out, and then take a tiny step, and leeaaann out. Then he would rush back to tell his mom. <br />Sometimes I wonder if I love the Vigil mass so much because I am biased, but it was really something to see this little boy so engaged. There is quite something to these traditions of ours. It was a special blessing because this particular parish I was visiting is not my favorite, and I was running a critical commentary in my head until that little boy brought me back to center. ALLELUIA!CatholicWizKidnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27883813.post-86710475577961361072009-04-14T07:33:00.000-05:002009-04-14T07:33:00.000-05:00I am truly sorry - I'm sure you wrote a beautiful ...I am truly sorry - I'm sure you wrote a beautiful post - but I got as far as the words "Hee Haw" and everything after that came out as "Where where are you tonight, why did you leave me here all alone? I searched the would over and I thought I found true love. You met another and pppfffttt you was gone"Her Harlequinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02204906793385192687noreply@blogger.com