The smell of the incense

I was not raised in a religious home. Churches are foreign places I don't understand. The words spoken make little sense to me and the rituals feel strange. Yet, there are days when going to Church is the only option -- like when there is a Monday morning 10am funeral mass for your friend.

All I know is I can't stop smelling the incense and I can't shake the image of her brave little boys holding their Dad's hands as they walked into the Church together.

Peace be with you, Jackie.


Krissy Muggleston said...

In my opinion, there's isn't a more beautiful funeral then a Catholic one. I'm sure her husband felt the Holy Spirit as I did also in that moment. Hugs.

chestnut rau said...

It was beautiful Krissy. I am very sure Jackie's husband found great comfort in the service and the love of the hundreds of people who filled the church.