This summer we joined a smaller, more traditional parish. We needed a place where we couldn't be anonymous anymore.But where would we fit in? We don't homeschool, we can't sing, and we're still moving our lips whenever Latin is involved.
Enter the Legion of Mary, an apostolic organization being planted at our church. There are no dues, but a great deal of rigor: daily prayer and 2 hours a week devoted to spiritual works of mercy.
When it comes to corporal works, I'm in my element. Need the naked clothed or the sick visited? I'm your gal.
But all this time, have I actually been hiding behind a casserole dish? How often have I met someone's material needs as a way of sidestepping deeper issues of the soul?
Helping carry someone's cross sounds a lot harder than bringing another fruit basket. I'll let you know if I can rise to the challenge.
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