Our first parish was in...
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Our first parish was in the country, two hours from the closest city. From time to time we would load up the car and head to the city to shop. On one such trip we visited my sister and brother-in-law. As they showed us around the new shopping mall, we noticed that our three-year-old son, Jamie, was no longer with us. A quick scan confirmed that he was missing. Horror stories marched through our imaginations as we frantically searched for Jamie.
As a last option, we decided that I should retrace our steps through the mall. I went back through store after store, ending at the mall entrance we had first entered. I was about to give up when I noticed an electrical pony standing just inside the door. Beside it stood Jamie, playing with the stirrups and longing for a ride. He had seen the pony when we entered the store, then somehow managed to find his way back to it while we adults gawked at the stores.
I know what Mary and Joseph must have experienced when Jesus was "lost" on his way home from Jerusalem.
-- Becker 2
As a last option, we decided that I should retrace our steps through the mall. I went back through store after store, ending at the mall entrance we had first entered. I was about to give up when I noticed an electrical pony standing just inside the door. Beside it stood Jamie, playing with the stirrups and longing for a ride. He had seen the pony when we entered the store, then somehow managed to find his way back to it while we adults gawked at the stores.
I know what Mary and Joseph must have experienced when Jesus was "lost" on his way home from Jerusalem.
-- Becker 2
