Thursday, August 15, 2013
On the feast of The Assumption, I pray to resemble Our Lady more.
And, I remember a feast day a while back when, after a seaside Mass in a beach town Church, the parishioners all followed Father in a procession to shore. There, the lifeguard took Father on a jetski out into the surf. A wreath of fresh flowers, blue and pure white Father held in his hands and then threw into the rising wave. He stood up a bit, made the sign of the cross over the atlantic and then dove backwards, into the sea, to bodysurf in on the wave. Rose petals danced on the racing, baby waves that ran up the sand. Pilgrims hastened to the tide, with empty bottles, to capture the blessed sea water....
Our faith is filled with such beautiful moments.