So, Easter was great, surrounded (literally!) by granddaughters and Josh and Mimi and Cathy and Tim and our friends who go on vacation with us (John and Jack and Sherrie) it was great.
By this morning everyone was gone and I decided to do laundry.
I washed my alb with a bunch of other stuff, neglecting to check the pocket and the vial of healing oil came undone at some point so one whole load was washed in holy oil.
Now, what to do?
Should I take the shirts and pair of khakis and other things I washed with my alb to some hospital, hoping the patients could wear them and get some benefit?
Should I wear them myself and hope I would get the benefit?
Should I frame them as relic-like things and hang them around my home?
Should I just quit worrying about the theological significance of holy oil blessed clothing?
I'm not sure which would be best. But I know this, when I wear those pieces of clothing (as surely I will) I'll feel differently about them.
That I know.
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