It was only after Easter that I learned that there was a Station of the Cross last Friday in Lake Eola,located in downtown Orlando. There were 600 Catholics who participated in the event led by Bishop John Noonan from the Diocese of Orlando. On that day, my husband and I went to a place in Kissimmee (Disney Area) and since we are nearby this church, I told my hubby that we should pay a visit. The moment I walked inside, I had the feeling that this will be my home church. I always wanted to belong here. As I sat down on the last pew, I saw a Filipino family ready to leave the church and came to me and said, "I know you". I hesitated a moment thinking who she was. Then, she introduced herself and she was my childhood neighbor. For more than 20 years, we never seen each other. What's the possibility of seeing a long lost friend at a precise moment in a specific area of a huge city in another country? The probability is a miracle right?I call it a blessing! I can't help myself but talk about it over and over again. Anyway, I had my quite moment inside the church with my hubby and we both love this place. Even though I miss the church activities that I had in the Philippines (just like what's on the clippings here), my Good Friday in the US turned alright.
Source of the picture clippings here came from Google images about Good Friday in the Philippines.