In the end I could not resist it- went to see the relics of the sweetest saint that were 'lodging' in the Cathedral.
The crowds were large but controlled efficiently. Once in the Cathedral the sight of thousands queuing patiently for a priest to hear confession was remarkable. So many people, yet it was so quiet. I read about the saint and her 'little way'. She impresses me and in a week of personal sadness and grief (Chris's anniversary was this week- 11years) but St Therese gave me some consolation.
The crowds were large but controlled efficiently. Once in the Cathedral the sight of thousands queuing patiently for a priest to hear confession was remarkable. So many people, yet it was so quiet. I read about the saint and her 'little way'. She impresses me and in a week of personal sadness and grief (Chris's anniversary was this week- 11years) but St Therese gave me some consolation.
'Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.'
And this was written by a young woman, younger than my own daughter who lives an austere life in close proximity with at times quarrelsome older people. I dare say my daughter would say that will be her situation soon. For she is due to arrive as the relics of the saint leave London.
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