A pink, fuzzy cross? Some great writing by Mariette Ulrich

Please read this whole piece.  A gem via Dumb Old Housewives, one of the many blogs updated constantly on the Society of Canadian Catholic Bloggers:

Interference with the divine plan means we may not only refuse to carry our personal crosses but we are also refusing Jesus' help in carrying them.

A few years ago, my children thought it would be a good Lenten project to dramatise the Passion of our Lord. They gathered costumes, made props, and selected the cast. Our eldest wrote a script and named herself narrator/director, a natural part for the bossiest one with the most leadership skills. Four-year-old Katherine was chosen to play Jesus. (Since all our children are girls, this decision was based on practicality, not gender politics.)

They probably thought she looked the part with her brown, curly (and somewhat matted) shoulder-length hair. Katherine began stoically, and endured being put on trial and sentenced by Pilate. Halfway though the Via dolorosa, however, we hit a snag. It seemed the makeshift cardboard cross was cutting into her shoulder. “It hurts,” she complained; “I want a softer cross.” Various other props were substituted, but none of them satisfied the older children’s demand for realism. They deemed it ridiculous that Jesus would carry a body-length ‘Winnie the Pooh’ pillow to Calvary, and the project was eventually abandoned.