-W. Shakespeare
I was late to Mass again today, rushing in while the echoes of the First Reading were bouncing off of Stations of the Cross. Awkwardly climbing the steps to over-looking loft, I whisper my silent sign-of-the-cross and sit down in the corner of a pew, avoiding locked eyes and awkward stares.
And so I’ll offer up a prayer to help fix my time-management skills, because they apparently leave much to be desired.
