It’s a facetious question.
I glanced up at the priests and altar boys at a Solemn High Mass for The Seven Sorrows and felt a deep sense of…
Pride.
Unmitigated. Unqualified. Pride.
The priests – my priests – looked amazing in their gold vestments with their precise movements and perfect Latin. The young boys were flawless in their reverential attention to detail.
I know I had nothing to do with it.
But boy did my heart swell.
Humility, Lord… Grant me humility. And thank You for Your gifts to me.
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