It really struck me the other day how worn the tops of the pewbacks were. It prompted me to consider the parishioners before me…….
How many people had rested their weary forearms there to plea to the Lord to touch their lives.
How many children hung on with little hands in awe and wonder, learning how to come to Jesus.
How many moms had leaned their elbows there, hands clasped and resting at their lips, praying for the salvation of their children.
How many men had placed their head in their hands there, tears streaming down, asking for direction.
How many families had rubbed that wood while they said their penance.
The depth and history of our Catholic faith just amazes me.