Humbled
I was at the church late one weekday afternoon and saw something interesting: A woman leaving the lobby pressed the blue automatic door opener button and made the sign of the cross on her forehead, heart and shoulders as she walked out. I was amused at first by what looked like an act of mistaken church identity because she did what Catholics do as they dip their fingers in holy water and leave the church. But the more I think about it, the more I see it as her silent testimony. Continue reading “Lenten Reflections”