|Saints with attitude/c. MJD 2014|
As the incense rose, memories too, rose and mingled. Bringing the boys to this very font to be baptized. Standing in the back of a different church, spreading the pall over Tom's coffin, the incense hovering over the aisle. Funerals of friends and family. Easter candles.
I held up the cross and led the procession down the aisle, as the choir sang the litany and the assembly responded. I wondered if this was what it might be like after I die, carrying a cross down an aisle, calling on the saints to pray for me.