A few blocks from the hotel I found a Catholic Church called St. Micheal the Archangel. Every real job I’ve had since the age of 17 has St. Micheal as its patron. So it was very nice to see a church dedicated to his memory pop up in front of me…and draw me in.
I went in and found myself finally able to have a moment of silence in this big city. It was wonderful. In the silence I was able to prayer for my family…and as I left I saw the patron of fathers…St. Joseph in the back holding baby Jesus.
It felt great to remember that in a few days I’ll be home with my kiddos and wife…where I belong.
It just went to remind me that art is very powerful at directing our thoughts…and like all things…the form of the art directed me to the message of my responsibilities to work and family even though they were not present or was I on duty at that time.