RENEWING MY PROMISE
SIXTH SUNDAY OF EASTER It had been eight weeks—the most extended break from Mass in my entire life. White banners and flowers adorned the altar, marking the Liturgical season of Easter. I noted that the last time we'd been in Mass, the decor was purple, the sanctuary was bare, it had still been Lent. I found the pew with two dots. As Cris and I knelt, the first sobs erupted out of me. I couldn't stop them, as much as I tried. Before the pandemic and the cancellation of Masses