Faith without dirty hands is meaningless.
Dig just a little and feel the creed of life,
buried in the sand.
Rub it between your fingers,
play with it some,
smell its sweet rawness.
There's life there,
for sure.
Burrow down.
Persevere till you find the roots.
Harvest the bounty, it's there for a reason.
Fear not,
water will wash your hands clean.
Good Friday 2024 Photopost (Part 1)
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Our Triduum photopost series continues with the ceremonies of Good Friday.
There will be at least one more of these before we move on to the Easter
vigil a...
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