Waiting for baby
I awake each morning
A song of praise on my lips;
I, Mary of Nazareth, wife, of Joseph the carpenter
Carry within my being the child of the Promise.
As the Christmas Season approaches, Sisters of the Congrégation de Notre-Dame in Kingston were invited to an afternoon tea at St. Joseph’s Parish. Since the closure of our Residence on Wright Crescent, Monsignor Joseph Lynch, Pastor of the parish, has honoured us in appreciation of our involvement in the parish and open invitation to the Pastor and Priest Assistant over the years to share meals with us.
There is a city in New England that has a cross on a hill overlooking the city. At night the cross is lit and can be seen from most of the city which is built on six additional hills. A little five year old girl knelt by her window one night. She was facing the cross and told her Mommy she was praying to God.
I understand why Jesus loved little children, let them come to him when others were pushing them aside, and told all of us to become like little children if we wish to enter into his life. Of the tens of thousands of people who see that cross every night, how many turn their hearts to God in prayer?