As we had a very busy day yesterday, and knew we’d have a busy one today (thus my daughter wouldn’t be taking a nap either day) we slept in a little this morning.  It wasn’t until my daughter toddled into the bedroom that we realized how late we had slept, and we quickly realized we wouldn’t be making it to the 9:30 Mass.  We figured we’d go to the 11:00 Mass instead, and we had plenty of time.

The thing is, later in the morning, there’s a whole lot more traffic, so we knew we’d have to give ourselves more time to get to the parish.  Normally it’s 10-12 minutes when we go to 9:30 Mass, but when we go to 11:00 (this was the first time in probably a year and a half that we’ve been to the 11:00.)

So, as we’re driving, I commented to my wife about how many cars there were on the road.  From the second row of the minivan, we hear a small voice, “Look at all those cars of all those hopeful people going to church!”

“What?” I said.

“I said look at all these hopeful people who belong in church!”

My wife said, “she doesn’t know it, but she just said something really profound.”

And no, we have no idea how she came up with the concept at all.