How I Found Sanctuary On A Busy Saturday Afternoon

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After dropping kids at the mall, on the way home, I looked across an intersection where I'd sat so many times before. But today, instead of focusing on where I was going, I was drawn into the cemetery across the way, by this massive replication of Jesus on the cross.

It is a beautiful haven buried in a spot for so long, that now it's surrounded by
an ugly strip mall and some run down housing.

My dad was a gravedigger at one point and I'm sure I visited cemeteries with him as a child.

I've always loved their quiet solitude and beautiful art.

Not a sad place. A happy one.