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At the 3 PM Mass on Good Friday, I asked Our Lord for some little way to join in his suffering, and was promptly answered by our four-year-old daughter heaving the contents of her stomach all over herself, me, and the inside of the Church and leaving a trail of thick vomit from our seats, through the foyer, and all the way to the toilet stall.

By providential happenstance, I had The Key in my pocket, and while it was intended to facilitate the “Welcome to the Church” party tomorrow night, it allowed me access to the janitorial closet where I found supplies to mop and wipe and scrub before five hundred people came out to walk through it!

My own little part of the ‘Via Dolorosa!’ 

She is better, thanks for wondering.

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