Today, at the end of class we were singing the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. For most of prayer time, I try not to focus on the kids, but block them out a little, focus on the crucifix on the wall and really think about what I’m singing. For a few minutes, I’m someplace else and there is a strange sense of clarity and purpose and a sense of confirmation in what I do.
Then I remember that I’m teaching a class. So I discretely peek around the room and check out the children. I notice something really interesting. For the most part, the energy in the room is still. The parents are praying. The children are either singing along and looking at the crucifix, or walking quietly around the room studying the praying adults.
I especially notice Mia, a delightful, bright-eyed, 2 year old who has been
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