|My Papa: "I may be smiling, but I'm fairly certain the Irish are going to be tossed out of the country next week."|
I have some very early memories of visiting my grandparents at their house on Washtenaw. Riding out from the burbs, my siblings and I knew we were getting close when we started spying all the Virgin Mary statues on people's front lawns. It became a game: who could find "a Mary" the fastest? It was like Where's Waldo? The 1977 Edition.
Even though I've lived in Beverly for almost 6 years, it just recently dawned on me that I have never seen a Virgin Mary statue since we arrived. I suppose generations change, displays of faith alter, and saints go out of vogue (being the bad Catholic I am, I had to Google "Mary" to make sure she's actually a canonized saint. Apparently, she's considered a "super-saint"...who knew?).
So at a block party on Saturday, I caught a glimpse across the street of a Virgin Mary statue praying in some shrubbery. I grabbed my camera to take a picture of this throw-back display. As I was clicking away, my husband walked up.
Joe: What are you doing?
Me: It's a Mary statue! I haven't seen a Mary statue on someone's lawn for years!
Me: (trying to get less glare on the night photo, annoyed) What?
Joe: You're standing in front of a church.
And as God as my witness, lightening flashed across the Chicago night sky at that exact moment.
Forgive me, Jesus. I'm Googling the mass schedule for Sunday.