Francisco got me candy and chocolates and my work friend brought me donuts. I felt so loved in the wake of the workshop.
Stations: This version was so ridiculous at points that I accidentally shot a deep eye roll at a teenager who has babysat for us across the church; I didn't realize what was happening until I saw her cracking up. Thankfully, though, my very intense critical engines don't mean that I can't still be with Jesus in this, my favorite, devotion. Why are later versions so often a loss and so rarely an improvement? I think we started with the oldest versions at the beginning of lent and are moving to the most recent and it feels like a race to the bottom. (And I don't think the oldest one is perfect!)
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There are some hyper-specific versions as well, such as a Stations of the Cross for the Military. Just to help us embrace suffering?
I didn't know! And exactly!
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