A little girl's First Communion day - when temptation arrives in the form of a bag of sweets
My friend Jacqueline didn’t go to church. She went to Ballroom, Ballet and Tap. Her dancing dresses were sequinned and fairy-like, shiny and silky to the touch, in neon colours like lime green and electric pink. But so far, she hadn’t had one as white or as wedding-y as this one. My First Communion Day dress.
It was a warm, heavy Saturday morning in June. I couldn’t remember ever being so excited before. For weeks, we’d thought of nothing else at school. Every day there were talks from priests and cross-questioning from the teachers.
“Where is God?”
“God is EVERYWHERE.” The gesture that went with this response was a big arm circle, wide enough to allow you to smack a friend on the head, as if by accident...
My friend Jacqueline didn’t go to church. She went to Ballroom, Ballet and Tap. Her dancing dresses were sequinned and fairy-like, shiny and silky to the touch, in neon colours like lime green and electric pink. But so far, she hadn’t had one as white or as wedding-y as this one. My First Communion Day dress.
It was a warm, heavy Saturday morning in June. I couldn’t remember ever being so excited before. For weeks, we’d thought of nothing else at school. Every day there were talks from priests and cross-questioning from the teachers.
“Where is God?”
“God is EVERYWHERE.” The gesture that went with this response was a big arm circle, wide enough to allow you to smack a friend on the head, as if by accident...