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.
Holy Thursday 2024 Photopost (Part 1)
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We continue with our regular series of photoposts of your liturgies of the
Triduum. As is usually the case, it’s a slow process to gather all the
albums to...
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