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 3): Via Crucis and Processions in Mexico
and Brazil
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For our final Good Friday photopost, I saved these particularly interesting
sets of images. From the FSSP apostolate in Guadalajara, Mexico, we have a
live...
4 hours ago
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