Lent day 7
Today 12 people in orange jumpsuits from the 100 Days Campaign attended Senate Judiciary Committee Chairman Patrick Leahy’s “Getting to the Truth Through a Nonpartisan Commission of Inquiry” hearing. (Several folks were amused this was a hearing about forming a commission; see also I Think We Should Start Talking About Starting A Band.)
Monday we went from our normal daily vigil to the Capitol Climate Action, the best organized large march I’ve ever seen. Seems like it would be tricky having a protest to get a power plant off coal to prevent global warming on a day with unseasonal snow after the people in charge of the coal plant have already agreed to get off coal. Sorta like running a project to close Guantanamo and end torture after the President’s signed an executive order to close Guantanamo and end torture . . . .
Sunday (not a day of Lent) I went to mass at the Church of the Nativity, our local parish here. Before the offering, we all got small crosses and put our names on them, then dropped them in a basket. Leaving the church, we each took one, and were asked to “carry the cross” of that person by praying for him or her that week. Never heard of this tradition before. My person (name obscured in this photo) is a 5-year-old; hope those prayers are working for you, kid.