Do you hear that?
It’s the sound of all the wind going out of my sails. My very strong start at Holy Week Spring Cleaning (seen here and here) took a serious turn for the busy and distracted. I was feeling all guilty-like, until Cari’s post today, Jesus is Coming, reminded me that I don’t have to have everything fixed by Easter Sunday. In fact, right now, it’s better if I let it (cleaning) go and try to be more prayerful and less busy.
So, I’m taking her advice. I’m taking the rest of the week off of blogging, and more importantly, I’m taking the rest of the week off of feeling guilty about not blogging. If you’ve been waiting for my 3 Reasons I Love Easter, I do apologize and I hope that you can be patient with me until Monday. Or Tuesday.
In the meantime, I leave you with today’s article I have over at Catholic Exchange. Here’s a snippet:
My eldest daughter, chubby cheeks and wispy hair, toddled up to me with her children’s Bible clutched in her grubby hands. She was two and a half. I pulled her considerable weight onto my lap while her baby sister dozed to sleep in my other arm. She opened the Bible and the first image we saw was that of the Crucifixion.
I cringed. She didn’t. “Mama, s’dat Jesus?” I nodded and tried to turn the page. I don’t know what I was looking for, other than I wanted to protect my child from that. The detailed image of our Lord nailed to a tree was not the way I wanted my daughter to think of Jesus. I never avoided it at Mass, per se, but I focused on other images when trying to keep her quiet.
But she was adamant. She kept her gummy hand on the page so I couldn’t turn it, not without ripping it, or (heaven forbid) waking her sister, or both.
You can read the rest over at Catholic Exchange, where I explain why I’m Not Afraid of the Crucifix Anymore.