Flowers from "the boys". These remind me, during Lent, of the Gospel passage where Jesus tells us to fast with joy, washed face and good cheer, so the inner sacrifice will be known to Him in secret and He will repay in secret. No gloom, no doom, but the best oblation of our hidden heart's core.
Well, as we were eating our Mardi Gras feast and finishing up with Dove Chocolates, here is what my message was. God does have a sense of humor. It was the perfect message for me and my Lenten resolutions.
The Lenten Oratory. Creative Child drew this picture for me long ago and I found it in a drawer yesterday. So, I framed it and it has become the center of our altar this year next to the palm tree that reminds me that Jesus lived in history, in a particular time and place with palms and rivers and deserts. It keeps him from becoming a nebulous "other" in my mind. These palms also remind me that I cannot just love Christ when all is grand and makes sense like on Palm Sunday. I need to remember how fickle I can be when the Palm Sunday cheers die away, and I must be with Christ when it doesn't all make sense and He isn't popular and his cross is a scandal to the world. It is one of those "Remember Man" moments. The cross, the cross, not the cheers, not the easy road.