Each Friday, during the Lenten season, people from all walks of life meander from their homes and offices, down to St. Michael’s Cathedral for a simple meal . . .
A friend and I decided to take a field trip and join the festivities. The cathedral is a short jaunt from our office, but the blue skies and sunshine were all a ruse, you see. Though a good gust may have very well blown us to our destination in mere seconds, it would have also pierced a chill straight through our bones. So we opted to drive. We found a parking spot directly across the street. And as we stood there, digging for change, we noticed over an hour remained on the meter. An Easter miracle, indeed . . .
So off we set, down the sidewalk, up the stairs, and through the doors, where we stood in line, patiently awaiting our turn at soup and salad, bread and tea . . .
We had been there before, my friend and I. Not together, of course, and many years ago. So we sat there chatting and eating, meeting new people, and remembering days of old . . .
Funny how life has a way of taking you full circle . . . how you’ll find common ground where you least expect it . . . how a simple meal, shared with strangers and with friends can be the perfect start to a holy week . . .