Coming back from the Celebration of the Passion of the Lord, my mind has etched in its memory one elderly couple that came forward to reverence the life-sized cross. The wife in her wheelchair, her husband pushing her towards the sanctuary. She tenderly grasped the cross in her hands and gingerly kissed the wood. Her husband struggled to get on his knees before he too, reverently kissed the wood of the cross. It was a tender moment. Both of them individually thanking the Lord of Life, and as a couple, they were witnessing the key to their long marriage – Jesus.
As the elderly husband struggled to his feet, and pushing his wife’s wheelchair, my eyes were moist with tears, as though I have walked in on a intimate moment. Yet, it is such moments that the Church is built up.
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