My dear son, Galahad, has such a great devotion to the brown scapular. He never takes it off…well, he does take it off to shower, but only because a wet scapular doesn’t exactly promise a good night’s sleep.
This evening, one of his scapular cords broke, frayed to pieces it was. He was desperate to have it sown back together as soon as possible. When he handed it to me, I couldn’t believe how absolutely worn out the poor thing was. See for yourself:
It is “patched” now, but will have to be retired soon. Tomorrow I will have the replacement blessed, though I wonder what I should do with such a beloved sacramental? I know all the prescriptions: bury it, burn it, etc.
I think I might have to save this one. It’s his first. Maybe it should go in his baby book.
The rest of the family is so touched by this young boy’s devotion. We are making plans to have the entire family “invested” this month.
Pope Benedict XV said: “Let all of you have a common language and a common armor: the language, the sentences of the Gospel; the common armor, the Scapular of the Virgin of Carmel, which you all ought to wear and which enjoys the singular privilege of protection even after death.”