By Sister Regina Siegfried, ASC
On Holy Thursday morning, I had staked out a spot in the hinterlands of my parish’s parking lot so that I could burn a concoction of cotton balls soaked with the holy oils of the past year.
As the can heated up and the fire licked at the stick I used to poke the cotton balls, one of our parish’s homeless guests heading for the lunch window asked me, “Do the church know what you’re doin’”?
What I was doing wasn’t really all that important. As I tended the fire,