Humbled to be invited to co-photograph the permanent diaconate ordination this weekend. 20 men ordained! The ceremony was beautiful. Rich with tradition. Turns out, I knew several of these holy men from my days in ministry, and even from my parish.
All lead by our shepherd.
No words. Ok. Two words.
Because. Covid. Typically this ceremony would be crowded, standing room only. But today, social-distancing=families spread apart. No one noticed because it was still so joyful. Except the kids. They noticed. "Why masks?" "Why tape?" Sweet kids. We do this because we are Christian, and it is our job to take care of each other. Wearing our masks, sweet children, is not easy. But its a small sacrifice compared to the huge sacrifice Jesus did for all of us. So. Yes. Masks. And Tape.
These men and their families have been praying and preparing for this day for 5 years. You bet there were tears of joy. So much deep prayer. Loved the tradition with the little red and white hand-stitched handkerchief all the wives had, which came from the wives of the previous cohort of deacons. Beautiful.
Congratulations, Deacons and families. Thank you for continuing the good work already started by Jesus. Thank you for your sacrifice to build up the body of Christ. And thank you for allowing me to capture a few moments of your joy-filled ceremony.