Allow a stage mama to present her daughters’ debut in Catholic show business and their first stint as “flower girls.”
The Eucharistic procession for the Feast of Corpus Christi at the Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament was aired on EWTN live 5 PM Sunday night. If you’d tuned in, you may have glimpsed a flit of a sleeve or a wisp of curl of one or both my daughters. (The Blessed Sacrament was, after all, the main focus.) If you missed the show, no worries. Stage mama has pictures for you…
|It's not an act. Fr. Miguel is really the sweetest, most humble priest. |
He prayed for good weather at morning Mass and the 80% chance of rain turned to a comfortable cover of cloud.
Look at all those future nuns and priests of our Church! Despite their serious faces, mine were tickled pink to be part of the procession and I think the lure of being on TV was maybe only 30% of the appeal.
|the REAL presence|
|Pretty little heads|
The solemn procession of Knights, altar boys, maidens and faithful families following the Eucharist made my soul sing to itself how much I love the Catholic traditions, and how wonderful it is to share this devotion with other devotees.
I was on a spiritual high roaming the grounds at the gorgeous Monastery, where Mother Angelica rests behind the cloistered gates. My favorite TV personality, so close and yet so far away.
My daughter took the words right out of my mouth when she hopped out of the van and hollered, “Oh the Shrine, the Shrine! I love this Church! I’ve missed this Church!” It’s been almost a year since our last Mass there and I know, I know, I should visit more often since thirty minutes isn’t too far of a drive.
But we really do have a lot going on. Really. Such as: the other day, well, my oldest came running into the house after an emergency at the chicken coop. She was harvesting creepy crawlies to feed the chickens when a bug bit her and it HURT! It HURT!
I tried to rule out the poisonous spiders (black widow or brown recluses) and asked her to describe the bug.
Quick thinking Little sister grabbed a pen and paper and said, “It looked like this mom! Black and like a cricket.”With all the reality action/drama I have to put up with around here, I should be a contestant on Survivor Alabama.
Okay. I know you’re not buying my excuse –not when faithful Catholics around the US come on pilgrimage buses to visit this Church. So I hereby solemnly promise to try to attend the EWTN live Sunday Benediction more often and stretch our five minutes of cameo fame to 10. If you happen to be watching and want to know which one of the veiled women I am, I'll do a discreet wave with my pinky finger when the camera pans to me.
I’ll close with Mother Angelica’s reflection on the REAL presence of the Eucharist: “To love my neighbor is to be self-sacrificing like the Eucharist. In other words, I prefer the good of my neighbor to myself. If I can do those things for my neighbor, I can rest assured that I love my neighbor in the same way God loves me.”
Same time, same place next year!