I week or so later, I remembered that we has used this cross with the inmates in one of the prison retreats that we do. I suspected that I had found the source of my inspiration. But, I dug a little further. What is this cross, it's not the Latin cross or the Celtic cross. It's the Pectoral cross, also known as the Bishop's cross. Wait, isn't a bishop a priest? No, I have no aspirations to be a bishop, I picture myself as a parish priest. But, I chose an ordained minister's cross for my wife's headstone.
To wrap up my cross story, I was leaving Fr Rasp after a spiritual direction session. I saw something and froze in my tracks. Planted in the ground, standing 8 feet tall, in front of his parish's church is a Bishop's cross. Wow, Fr. Rasp was indeed destined to be part of my journey.
I've always liked this particular cross for another reason (perhaps somewhat connected)-- the ends of the cross are three, like the Trinity and the shamrock, but also the cross appears to be blossoming at the ends-- life out of death, of course.
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That works for me. When I don't have a picture with me, I call it the cross with a shamrock on each point.
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