I woke up to darkness and pounding rain on the morning of Good Friday.
I woke up to darkness and pounding rain on the morning of Good Friday.
Then, I started to think about what our Pro-Life Stations of the Cross would look like in pouring rain. Anxiety settled in, and I began doubting the “why” of the entire event. But then I said a quick prayer and brushed it off, saying to myself, “The rains will be over and gone by the time we begin to make the journey to that awful place. Everything is going to be alright.”