Tissues & Thanksgiving

Cold. Rain. Snow. Slippery steps and walkways. That’s my Jerusalem experience. And so it’s no surprise that I’m coughing, congested, and tired after walking the Via Dolorosa in the early morning in that.

But there was no blood. No heavy cross. No scourging for me! Just annoyances. Just inconveniences.

What a blessing a cough is. Just the smallest reminder. Just the smallest cross. Just the smallest nudge to gratitude.

To be reminded that even the heaviest crosses don’t really compare to what our Lord had to endure. And certainly the small coughs and sniffles don’t!

In the Garden with Christ
A Walk Into the Deep
What If Pope Francis Gave a Pro-Life Homily and No One Noticed? What If He Begged Us to Change Our Hearts and No One Listened?
About Taking Up Crosses and Following Him