Many years ago, I attended the Easter Vigil at a monastery. At the service, the abbot spoke about the women who went in the early hours before dawn to the grave of Jesus. He painted a picture of devoted and determined women on what they thought was their last service to the one they loved. In the coffee hour afterwards, one of the monks …
Many years ago, I attended the Easter Vigil at a monastery. At the service, the abbot spoke about the women who went in the early hours before dawn to the grave of Jesus. He painted a picture of devoted and determined women on what they thought was their last service to the one they loved. In the coffee hour afterwards, one of the monks kept exclaiming, “Those women! Those women!” Kamala and Liz stand in that line: those women!
Many years ago, I attended the Easter Vigil at a monastery. At the service, the abbot spoke about the women who went in the early hours before dawn to the grave of Jesus. He painted a picture of devoted and determined women on what they thought was their last service to the one they loved. In the coffee hour afterwards, one of the monks kept exclaiming, “Those women! Those women!” Kamala and Liz stand in that line: those women!