Sunday. March 16th. Palm Sunday. The start of Holy Week for the Catholic World. The Priest dresses in Red in rememberance of Christ’s sufferings. The Church statuary is hidden by purple coverings so as not to distract from our focus on the mystery of Christ’s Passion and Death. Long Mass. Two very distracted little girls.
Princess: (looking for the crucifix in its usual place above the altar & commenting in the loudest possible non-Church voice she can muster) “Mama, where’s Jesus?”
themommykelly: (attempting to wrestle the blessed palms from Drama Queen who is using them as an imaginary fishing pole while trying to save the pew from a shower of the toddler’s Cheerios) Shhhhhhh!
Princess: (flashing her “that was a rhetorical question” look back at Mama) “Oh, there He is. Right under his purple blankie!”
Holy Week or not. I know at least Jesus was laughing!
I reckon Jesus would be pretty chuffed a little girl was looking out for him. And having a purple blankie.
I spent Palm Sunday “teaching” fifteen 3 1/2 - 4 year olds about Palm Sunday. The teaching happened in between separating the boys who were fighting. All and all I think they got the gist of the story, or at least went home with a palm leave branch singing Hosanna.