The angel says grace.
The saint prays for me.
The communicant makes me ponder.
The angel died.
The saint introduced me to a charismatic priest.
The communicant gives me pause.
The angel inspires me
The saint guides me.
The communicant makes me proud.
I am a classic "cafeteria catholic," but I have recently added something to my plate.
As we all celebrate Miles' first communion, I also celebrate my first communion in
over 40 years. Thank you, Olivia, Geeg, Miles, for leading me back to the altar.
I may not live forever, but I plan to live every day until I die. And when I get to heaven,
I will thank my trinity for helping me find the way.
