… a feast of photography and prose.
At the vigil Mass for Mary, Mother of God, I took communion, sat, and closed my eyes. I rested in the sound of many shuffling steps and bulky coats, a pile of soft hay. To my right, a small, confident voice broke through the shuffle of communicants, “This way, Mama!” A child guiding his mother to the Sacrament. I thought that Christ must have said this same thing to Mary, as a child eager to show her something new, as a condemned man in the way of the cross, and as King at God’s right hand. And this moment became my prayer, the wonder that God on High could – and did – delight in saying such a thing to his own Mother.