My Kind of Church

We were watching Brother Sun, Sister Moon last night, which scared Lucy is so many places (she doesn’t like feverish people, or strange looking crucifixes, or lepers…).  The frolicking in the fields was a bit more 70s than I cared for, although Samantha enjoyed pointing out every flower, bird and dog (=sheep).  When the crowd came and they opened San Damiano, Lucy said,

“I want to go to church with flowers.  And ducks.”

Me too, Lucy, me too.

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