You can use this too…next Easter
Church seems to be a difficult activity for our family. But this past Lent, I wanted to try to go every Sunday. So we tried. After many weeks of practice we got to go to the grand finale, Easter Sunday mass. Which, by the way, I spent half of chasing a 1 and 3 year old up and down the back halls of the church, all the while asking God for some grace so I wouldn’t have what I like to call “church rage”.
Once everyone was done running, I brought them back into church just in time for communion. We all went up, Adam and I swapped out jobs, and I got to sit with CT (who had sat so still all of mass) and enjoy a bit of calm.
Then, CT started to complain. Complain about how his feet were hurting in his new shoes. He went on, and on, and on. Even when I asked him to stop, he wouldn’t. I finally looked at him and said in a whisper that was probably a bit too loud, “Your feet? Your feet hurt? You have no right to complain. Jesus…now he has a right to complain, he was NAILED TO THE CROSS. DO YOU HEAR HIM COMPLAINING?”
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