This is my one “nice” souvenir from Germany. As in…my other souvenirs I tend to get are things like bier coasters, canvas shopping bags and gluhwein cups.
We’re all amused by how quickly it spins. It’s the Racing Magi.
We often attend Mass there, and the boys have recently been trained to serve. The Sunday Masses are attended by the sisters and an average of about thirty others (more on feasts). The music is simple, dignified, reverent, unfussy chant and some hymnody and the preaching is always good because the homilist is either the priest who led the retreat that weekend or one of the EWTN friars.
(Plus, the first friend I made in 8th grade at Bearden Junior High School in Knoxville, Tennessee (who later was also my college roommate) is a Sister there. True story.)
This event was mostly geared for younger children, but there were a few pre-teens and youngish teens there, and more than a few people we knew.
We’d last gone a few years ago when it was so cold, the event had to be held inside, but it was balmy Sunday evening, so we could walk the grounds with Mary and Joseph seeking shelter. We prayed the rosary, sang, prayed for the homeless, all those who seek God, and were reminded at every step to prepare room for him in our lives.