Feeling comfort from the cross for the first time

There are some things you should know about me and Jesus. I was twelve years old in 1964. On Good Friday of that year, I was just about ready to set out on my bike for the services at St. Rita’s Church when my mother mentioned in passing that Jesus wasn’t Catholic. What a shock! If Jesus wasn’t Catholic, then why all the fuss about having Protestant friends? And why hadn’t anyone told me before that he was Jewish? I felt like I had been scammed and now I’d have to recalibrate … [Read more...]