My daughter joined me in the Chapel this morning. She worked on the vineyards as I continued with the crowds outside of the two windows. Father came to visit with us for a short time and a mother stopped by to tell us that just before our arrival, there were no fewer than thirty grade two youngsters in the space…looking at the wall…as they were taught about the symbols of the wine and the bread in preparation for their first Holy Eucharist.
From there, they were seated in the church itself, rehearsing and learning about this huge opportunity. The two of us were happy to be listening to the teaching voices and the voices and laughs of children while we worked. We quietly spoke to one another and wondered about The Last Supper as we painted. It was a treasured time for me…it meant so much for her to be sharing this space with me…and for her to be painting.