Remembering God
When I was a kid, we went to Church every Sunday. No matter what, we
were not allowed to miss Mass. We went together as a family. If there
were other activities, which was rare, they waited until after Mass. We
also ate lunch of supper together, whichever time was more conducive to
a gathering. Sometimes, people came and went throughout the day. The
cousins played together. We, sometimes, fought with each other, but we
had better have a good reason for that. We’d run to the park and swing
untili we heard the food bells ringing away. We’d wash our hands and
find a spot at the dinner table where we’d make the sign of the cross,
say grace, then, even though we were STARVED, we would finally eat.
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