The children and yours truly are home from Wales a day early (and more than a few quid short) and we’re all ready for a good nights sleep in our own (warm) beds. The washing machine and dryer have been clanking continuously all afternoon as we unpacked, ate and slumped back into the relatively pleasing familiarity of our home lives (loosley translated that means we are now free to quarrel, cry, throw a fit and go online! Hoorah!). I’m shattered now, but I couldn’t go to bed without sharing the photograph below.
(apologies for poor photo quality – image taken by a friend on spur of the moment on Holy Saturday)
Yes, Dad has now been bought into full communion with the Catholic Church! Thank you so much for your kind words and for your prayers, Dad’s chuffed to bits that you have all been so supportive of him during the past 18 months of his journey to Rome. It’s really pretty wonderful that we can all receive communion when we go to Mass now.
Dad chose St. Thomas the Apostle (doubting Thomas), as his Patron Saint (or should I say St. Thomas chose Dad ?). In part I think that’s because all my life growing up my mother called him a doubting Thomas for denying the existance of God and Dad claiming that Jesus would have to stand before him and show him his wounds, before he’d believe.
I was Dad’s Confirmation sponsor, it was, as you’d expect, a very emotional and touching moment in Dad’s journey of Faith. A week later, this past Saturday evening we went to our ‘regular’ Catholic parish in Wales and what was the Gospel about? Doubting Thomas! (but of course, you remembered that I’m sure).
Well, I think that’s enough for now. … except to say that I hope that you all had a much blessed Easter – you, my blog buddies were all in my Easter prayers.
More tomorrow, if you can bear it!