I am writing to you about my experience at the WYD Cross rally and at the mini-rally we held at Sacred Heart, Virden.
To start with, I had seen photos of the Cross at the WYD 2002 website but I had no idea what it would be like up close. At the rally, I didn't immediately volunteer to carry the Cross but eventually, I let go of my reluctance and timidity and went to carry the Cross. I felt the heaviness of the Cross. I looked closely at the Cross's detail: dents and scratches in the wood, painted brown, held together by four bolts. It was not as glamorous as I thought. Then I was struck by the fact that there were people younger and older than me, shorter and taller than me, carrying this Cross around Hall B. I felt unified to these strangers.
When I returned to my seat, there was a very strong feeling deep in my soul. I believe it was the Holy Spirit stirring in my soul. I felt very humbled by the experience but very honored to have carried the WYD Cross. I guess I was pleasantly surprised that there was so much power in such a simple Cross.
I have to say that the music played by JOLT was excellent and very uplifting. Shortly after JOLT stopped playing and before the archbishops were to speak, I felt the Holy Spirit stirring once again. As for my experience in Virden, I was honored and privileged to carry the Cross, even in cold weather.
I had my fourteen-month-old daughter Laurel with me. During the songs of praise and worship, Laurel danced. When she pointed at the WYD Cross, I told her what it was. Then she began to point at it and say, "Cross. Cross." Towards the end of the Way of the Cross, Laurel was getting quite active so we went up to the crying room. Following the silence and during the intercessions, I prayed with my arms extended. Laurel calmed down and found some quiet activity. As I was praying, I felt a lot of love and I was swaying. Probably, the best moment for me was to be able to venerate the Cross with my daugher.
Sincerely,
To start with, I had seen photos of the Cross at the WYD 2002 website but I had no idea what it would be like up close. At the rally, I didn't immediately volunteer to carry the Cross but eventually, I let go of my reluctance and timidity and went to carry the Cross. I felt the heaviness of the Cross. I looked closely at the Cross's detail: dents and scratches in the wood, painted brown, held together by four bolts. It was not as glamorous as I thought. Then I was struck by the fact that there were people younger and older than me, shorter and taller than me, carrying this Cross around Hall B. I felt unified to these strangers.
When I returned to my seat, there was a very strong feeling deep in my soul. I believe it was the Holy Spirit stirring in my soul. I felt very humbled by the experience but very honored to have carried the WYD Cross. I guess I was pleasantly surprised that there was so much power in such a simple Cross.
I have to say that the music played by JOLT was excellent and very uplifting. Shortly after JOLT stopped playing and before the archbishops were to speak, I felt the Holy Spirit stirring once again. As for my experience in Virden, I was honored and privileged to carry the Cross, even in cold weather.
I had my fourteen-month-old daughter Laurel with me. During the songs of praise and worship, Laurel danced. When she pointed at the WYD Cross, I told her what it was. Then she began to point at it and say, "Cross. Cross." Towards the end of the Way of the Cross, Laurel was getting quite active so we went up to the crying room. Following the silence and during the intercessions, I prayed with my arms extended. Laurel calmed down and found some quiet activity. As I was praying, I felt a lot of love and I was swaying. Probably, the best moment for me was to be able to venerate the Cross with my daugher.
Sincerely,