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At last night’s Easter vigil, I realized something. While I believe what we wear to church matters and reflects the dignity and solemnity of the liturgy, my dress clothes aren’t the most important things I wear to worship. It’s not the nice shirt, pressed pants, or tie that completes my ensemble.
For at least the two months of my son’s life, his screaming would drive me nuts. My blood pressure would shoot through the roof, my heart would pound, I’d have the overwhelming urge to run far away, and the Hulk had nothing on the rage I felt toward my little bundle of frustration. His screams, attributable to nothing I could conceive other than possibly tired (not hungry, not uncomfortable, not sick), were like an endlessly ringing phone with a really annoying ring tone.