August 10, 2010
So, this morning I went to daily Mass at a parish about a mile from my home, and who did I see but the same man and his wife that I saw the previous day completely across the city...actually outside the city limits! I was stunned when I saw his wife going into Mass, and when I looked for the gentleman, he was up against the brick wall, one arm over his head and the other clutching his prayer book. He was praying at the Station of the Cross when Jesus fell for the first time. It was the most beautiful sight -- even more than the two that I saw the day before. He proceeded to walk the entire church periphery, clearly in agony, along with Christ. This man praying the stations. Took my breath away. Again.