A Lenten Reflection by Geraldine Schams

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

In my youth, Lent was a time of quiet reflection and remorse leading up to Good Friday. In LaCrosse, Wisconsin, where I grew up, Good Friday (especially from 12-3 pm) was the most holy of days. Most businesses closed, church bells pealed, and it seemed there was little or no outside activity in my community for those three hours. In my elder years, I am thankful for the Lord’s ultimate sacrifice of his death on the cross so my sins can be forgiven. My faith has grown reinforcing my belief that I will have eternal life in Heaven with my God and loved ones who have gone before me.