Even the Grotto didn't have any items to honor the Holy Spirit. Joe thought perhaps there had been a run on them since Pentecost was last Sunday until the cashier told him otherwise. He's not a big seller, doesn't have the following or the clout of the Big Guy and the Son. Such a shame really. Joe, James and I scoured the giftshop and came up with one measley holy card. Joe kept bring up how the world is short changing the Holy Ghost and we had to agree with him. Then today as we were driving away from the Grand Canyon on Arizona HWY180 low and behold we saw a sign.
I had to do yet another U-turn so we could go in and say a little prayer.
It was curious because there was all sorts of 'holy' graffiti written on the walls and the floor was loose gravel. I'd never seen such before and was surprised.
James said he'd never seen a motorcycle riding airedale either (as was in Moab) or a hitch-hiker playing the trombone (as we saw on Hwy20 on the way to the coast) or a ucallali playing Mexican serenading the Arches. Maybe the Holy Spirit doesn't really need a formal following, he seems to be making his mark just fine.
Cheers from Moriarty, New Mexico! KB
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